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They ask

  March 31st, 2018 by Rosesareblue

They asked me.

“Why do you cut yourself?”

They asked me.

“Why are there scars in your body?”

They asked me.

“Are you crazy?”

They told me.

“Attention seeker at its finest.”

And i sighed. Breathed heavily and walked away.

Whats the good in telling them what my demons tell me what to do, it’s better to keep my insanity to myself.

Because it’s better keeping everything inside rather than telling the world who doesn’t know how to listen.

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The only one you can trust is yourself

  March 31st, 2018 by Rosesareblue

I’ve never believed this before.

So naive of me.

Naive enough to settle around with the idea that people are to be trusted and to be humbled the fact that they will always keep you sane.

Never believed in such saying until friends turn to enemies and laugh turns to frowns and until then when my heart has been shuttered by the awful truth that friends can be a sharp tool towards the breaking of your own sound mind.

And so when i felt my world crushing down, I came to the standing ground of believing that the only one you can trust is yourself.

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  March 30th, 2018 by visual eyes

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  March 28th, 2018 by visual eyes

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  March 27th, 2018 by visual eyes

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Patchwork Sunday

  March 25th, 2018 by pylon

My brain itches with thoughts I can’t scratch
My body in stiches of moments I can’t catch
I lay tormented in pieces of my broken past
I pray for hope, for peace and love that lasts

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  March 20th, 2018 by visual eyes

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broken glass

  March 20th, 2018 by iamdarling

i mean…

my life is like broken glass.

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Endless winter

  March 15th, 2018 by Taf Taf

Persephone’s nightmare


Lyrics (English translation):

Where once pennyroyal and wild mint grew
and the first cyclamen sprang up,
now peasants bargain on cement prise
and birds fall dead in melting furnace

Sleep Persephone
in earth’s embrace,
to this world’s balcony
never come up again

where once the mystics joined their hands
reverently before entering the sanctuary,
now passing tourists throw their cigarette butts
and go to see the new oil refinery

Sleep Persephone
in earth’s embrace,
to this world’s balcony
never come up again

where once the sea was blessed
and flocks and herds bleated joyfully in the fields,
now trucks carry to the shipyards
lifeless bodies, young workers and scrap metal

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Rambling reflections on a loss of self

  March 13th, 2018 by equi

So much time has passed now,
so many lives have faded,
so many selves have come and gone.
So many sleepless nights…wanting, waiting, wasted
Why have I taken this life?
This sloth existence
The world turns – never ending
My world full of failures – collapsing
I am me, my life is not and I am left wanting
Always craving more
Damned to mediocrity
Take me now, show me who I should be, show me who I have always been
Rip away the facade, the faces
Stripped and naked soul – my soul
Show me
Desperation sets in now..panic, obscurity
Stop the world from turning
Stop mine from ending
Begging now…pathetic, broken
Suffocating on meager minds and an undeserving waste of life
Searching for clarity, …

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I miss you…

  March 9th, 2018 by Unsheard

I miss you. I miss the way we used to be. I miss how we met up every night. I miss being around you, feeling you graze my skin. I miss the way you kept me warm in the winter. I miss how you used to calm me down and tell me things are going to be alright. I miss how you made me happy and how you let me use you whenever i needed relief. I’m sorry that we can’t see each other anymore. People don’t want us together. They don’t want me to get hurt anymore. People who love me want me to …

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Little girl…

  March 8th, 2018 by Unsheard

Little girl don’t you understand. Mommy killed herself and is never coming back. Daddy drinks and hides his pain by beating you. Big bro takes pills and other drugs to keep the picture of his mother hanging out of his mind. Little girl why don’t you get it. Mommy and Daddy never loved each other. Mommy never wanted to be alive. Daddy never wanted a girl. Brother never wanted to be gay. He never wanted to be different. Little girl can’t you see. Everyone you love doesn’t love themselves. Little girl don’t you know, one day you will be just like them. Little girl, i …

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  March 8th, 2018 by visual eyes

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  March 7th, 2018 by stormyskies

There is darkness in all of us. I’m not talking about being evil or corrupt, I’m talking about the easiness in which we can all become susceptible to depression and thoughts of suicide. To me, darkness feels inevitable and inescapable, we have all faced her at least once in our lives, some more than others. She seduces us, tempts us, taunts us with the idea of ending our lives by making us believe that it is the only solution. Is death the only way to get away from her? Or will death only serve to place us in her grasp forever? I like

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A poem i wrote :/

  March 7th, 2018 by ourdarkestparadise

I hear the scream of my parents, bring down the walls.

Lurking in the shadow my word begins to fall. The scream of my mum and the shout of my dad.

Our world begins to pause. I will draw you a picture of how i am feeling. I will draw it with a twist I will draw it with a razor. I will do it on my wrist. If i do it correctly i red fountain will appear, to take away the pain and wash away the fear.

A pull of a trigger, a shot of a gun. Soon my life will be done. No one will notice. …

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Because I smile when I can see your smile Because Im breathing when I can see you live Without you Im dead inside The death is no different with what I feel without you If I can switch my life with you I would love too Ill be happy to die first Than seeing you […]


Just something to rap about

  March 6th, 2018 by Urm8451n

Never knew the walk will be so hard

never know, you’ll never know…. till you try

or quit n’ die.


fuck it, I tried to be best for you , best for me, best for bro

All the bur-den on m’ back, ain’t I real scared.


Got me knocked down with booze, watch me down

Right now, I am a bit drown.


It sure is easy to say,

” i will be there”   ” i will fight”

“tomorrow will be the best, gonna do things RIGHT”

going to stand , stand though the wave

going on to pave

a way for you and for us,

It is all about our trust.


But how you do this?

Get your shit together, …


Here I Go Again {push back the pain}

  March 1st, 2018 by lonely2k14

I wake up to aching sound of my phone buzzing beside me. I reach for it in pure emotional agony, immediately pressing snooze. As I try to stir out of my groggy state, my mind is blank, and can only think of my exhausted body. I tried to open my eyes but they felt as if they weighed a ton, I tried to lift my arm but it’d fallen limp at my side; given up, I let myself relax just for one more moment… I’m abruptly woken up by my phone buzzing once more. Here I go again… I go through the same, process of …



  February 28th, 2018 by shatterediris

Looking at the scars running down each arm

Realizing no one cares so I self-harm

I know I’ll get glares if I don’t wear sleeves

Even when it’s way too hot to believe

I feel tired, I feel forgot

Undesired and always trapped in thought

Picking at a scab until it bleeds

Then licking up all of the tiny beads

Of blood forming on my arm

I don’t care, so I self-harm



  February 23rd, 2018 by thetrashmen

In spite of how much I try,

or protest,

or submit,

my parents can’t seem to take me any longer.

I’m supposed to be whisked off to Virginia

to live with my grandparents.

I’ve never had much of a desire to go to the east coast,

and find it inferior to my own state.

But in giving into my depression,

I lost the opportunity for choice.

I won’t miss my parents as much as I’ll miss my friends,

I won’t miss my friends as much as I’ll miss my english teacher,

and I sure as hell won’t miss any of them as much as I’ll miss my rabbit.



I’ll live.