Poetry & Art

little depends on the girl

in a tattered

white dress

standing at the edge

of the shadows

 

she cries

silent

tears as she waits

in the darkness,

the whisper whisper whisper of trees

and the buzz buzz of voices

around her

 

she screams

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

but the voices keep

yelling

and

fighting

they never

STOP

The title explains it all, think about what you think this picture means or represents.

and I am no artist lol so if the picture quality’s bad I do apologize

I’m planning on making this a weekly thing. I’m just drawing how I’m feeling and seeing what comes out! Anyway, if you want to comment or just look, here’s my first one

The message on the knife is ‘worth’ and the message on the wall beside the girl is ‘vereor’

How do I describe to someone  what I have lost

Everything…..

Well not everything

The shell of me still speaks

And the pain inside the shell

Swells

Cries  like a baby

howls  like a wounded animal

Is this a self

Or the remains of a holocaust

Echoes of the old me s

Flitting around like ghosts

Afraid to die

Because am already dead

And don’t want to die another time.

The pain is growing, uncertainty looms,

the darkness descends and the mist will come soon,

it makes me cold and it makes me quiver,

 but I have found a passage that may just deliver,

 it will take courage, with no end in sight,

 but I know I want you to come along for the fight,

 when things are hard and it’s easier to quit, take my hand and we can sit,

 I’ll fight you’re demons, I’ll take you’re pain,

but I can only do this if I hear from you again,

 the road will […]

You walk the path of misconception

and I took a breath when I saw you

smile at me again to prove it

and ignore again to lose it

talk like you know how to get it

but forget that you still know me

it was just how you took me

like a reaper to a stolen soul

please go to sleep im tired of entertaining

tired of guessing what im saying

the next morning the stains will show

what I never want to know

all I do is push you far away from me

and take what I need and leave

and I saw that you can’t breathe

so I’m sorry to let you choke

but let me take what I […]

      Bloody Friend

I take my handy friend

My friend to the end

I put him to my skin

And press with all my whim

Stinging needle pain sweeps

Blood flows, I start to weep

Cutc, cuts everywhere

I weep, but I’m not scared

I really want to die

This is what I do

Instead of talking to you

Cuts everywhere

Their my friends

And will be ’till the end

 

This is a poem about when I tried to commit suicide

Alive

I cry in my room

I’ve thought out my plan

To make it al better

I reach out my hand

 

I pop the pills

one by one

I stare at the wall

I know I’m almost done

 

I reach for my

Perfect little friend

Who’ve I ‘ve gone to

To make the pain end

 

Red lines of flesh

Cover m ashen skin

Blood drips to the floor

Releave starts to […]

This is a poem about my Self-injury. (this was when I was in remission, which I’m not anymore)

 Scars

My scars are everywhere

left and right

big and small

Their marks to show my fight

 

To show my fright

Of  S.I.

Of which

I almost died

 

They tell a story

From which I cut

it into my skin

and kept my mouth shut

 

I’d watch them bleed

let them flow

I kept it a secret

Know one would knows

 

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