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does love really exist if so why does it always end and why did they invent the phrase true love because love lost it’s meaning i see old couples that have been together longer then i have been alive but isn’t that just the ability to put up with the other persons b.s. i’m only 16 so i don’t know much about love but i know enough to question it so does love exist or is it an illusion…
You see that girl who smiles brightÂ
She’s not the same late at night
Her smile slowley fades awayÂ
When shes sure everyones gone awayÂ
Tears gather in her eyes
She doesnt care, she lets them slide
Pain burning deep inside
Leaving her no bright side
She uses the razor to help her out
To help her make it thorugh the night
The blood runs down her armÂ
Leaving a deadly trace of self-harmÂ
But the pains only gone for nowÂ
It won’t stop it’s made it’s vowÂ
But now she’s all done for todayÂ
And she’ll wear her bright smile just like any other day
To whom ever says they know me
If I didn’t want to live
Here is what I’d give
I’d give the breathe that fills my lungs
The food that will taste sour to my tongue
I would give the wayward mind I have
The undecided and unknown path
I’d give up everything
If I didn’t want to live
If I didn’t like humanity
Understand without unnecessary pity
We are overly selfish and dramatic
Obnoxiously annoying and spastic
We dwell to long on things I want forgotten
Too many people assume how I’ve gotten
If I didn’t like humanity
Perhaps I didn’t want to live
If I didn’t like myself
Here is the basic line up on the shelf
I am pudgy to others […]
if there was a pill that killed you instantly.
without pain would you take it.
if you had to live and smile
would you always fake it.
if you had no friends.
and reasons to die becomes a list.
would you give it all away.
and maybe slit your wrist.
if you decide to not live again never.
then why are we forced to live forever.
it’s illegal to kill.
but if its your life would you take the pill.
She got up and grabbed her things. Escaped to some empty common room, opened her laptop, and methodically pulled that hairband against her wrist.
“Haha you know you shouldn’t do that, it could hurt haha,” some guy says, nodding at her wrist. She smiles up to him and nods slightly. He moves away and she goes back to snapping the hairband. She holds back tears and swallows deeply. She turns on her laptop and reads sad stories, all the while tugging at that damn hairband. People wander past, but none even glance her way. She is alone, lost, forgotten. Her phone buzzes, waking her up from […]
“6. An artist’s relation to suicide:
– Suicide is a crime against life
– An artist should not commit suicide
– An artist should not commit suicide
– An artist should not commit suicide “
(Marina Abramovic, ‘An Artist’s Life Manifesto’)
Let’s create, then. Let’s protect ourselves from death by becoming artists.
I am strong
In my weakness
I never tried
To die
Just rarely lived
Fully
It is hard
To accept
That I am weak
Being strong
___________
Trying to battle
My emotions
I loose the battle
Trying to search for the like
And accept
That I do fail
I win
___________
And finally,
It is ok for me
To have a nightmare
During the day:
This way
I can face it.
Dear Readers.
Wow, that sounds weird for some one as new as me, because i tend to not gain attention, Internet-wise or not, but thats besides the point. I am a 13 year old girl, nothing special, and to be honest, i’m not that serious of a case, compared to other people, But what my problem is that i suffer from my negative emotions, and i do mean it quiet  literally. Let me try to clear this up for you. For example, lets assume that you and i used to be really close, but then our relationship… fails. Like i wasn’t as great as a friend then you […]
Nothing ever changes,
even when you say it will.
You’ve always been a liar.
Filling yourself with falsity.
Hopeful lies,
and a grin so wide,
your skin could tear.
I’ve seen what lies beneath
the sleeves of your favorite sweater.
I have seen your ugliest truth.
The beautiful marks
that stain your skin
as a reminder of a night
you forgot to swallow your pill.
Living in a world of hazed confusion,
trying to block out the truth
with an upped dosage,
and a sharper edge.
Where do you hide?
Pretending this will work,
and stifle the pain.
But I can hear you cry at night.
Keep pretending.
Just a little longer, my dear.
I am weak, I am a crumbling wall. Cracking with the pressure, watch me fall, tumbling. Screaming all the way down, the darkest tunnel. Tears drop from my cheeks and splatter on the floor, a puddle of diamonds. Graceful ending is all I hope for, but they rip me from my dreams. End it all now, end it all soon.
Black, all encompassing Darkness, The End.
I remember the time when you used to call me beautiful
It was a time when I was truly happy
There weren’t empty tears at 3 A.M. and hopeless wishes
I remember the time everything black and white turned grey
It was when you two would fight and loveless tears ran down your cheeks
Suddenly you left, you didn’t call, and you didn’t return for a while
I remember when you were there for me
It was around the time I went to seek help in the ocean
I sank to the bottom and struggled […]
It’s all bad y’all
I mean this moment, this pain is far too familiar
Ths moment I usually consider a life lesson
It’s less of a blessing and more of a curse
Right now I feel like I could care less about leaning way back in the back of a maybach
I’d rather be laid back in the back of a hearse because
It’s all bad y’all…
I mean this is just……this is just….ahhh
Thats my problem you see
I feel like the whole world is targeting me and they don’t even know it
I know exactly how I feel but I don’t know how to show it
This is exactly what I was afraid of…
The […]
I long for the feeling.
Any feeling.
To cry at this point,
would be nothng short of a blessing.
I feel numb.
Numb,
like no combination of words could ever express.
I have people that have asked me to quit.
But they all go away in the end.
I need to feel something.
Anything.
And my blade beckons to me in the middle of the night.
I have to feel something.
How else
do I know
I’m alive?
Life goes on.
It doesn’t care,
if you’re there with it.
Life doesn’t give a fuck,
if you feel down,
or want to stop and smell the fucking roses.
Life will move
as fast as it fucking wants to.
And you can try your damnedest,
to sprint and keep up.
Or you can get left behind.
Life waits for no one.
Can you keep up?
an utterly pass within a past,
is a mark upon the dark,
we the shadows are a curse amongst the living to the worst.
we have forever been in the dark,
a true face is never a mark,
a life within a vessel,
turned to dark,
upon the light we run to the abyss.
by our master we our controlled.
to the fashist to be molded upon a shadow against the light.
we are forever hidden.
never to be seen.
only a glimpse of our passing we forever are cursed as the shadow people.
we take a glimpse of you while you cannot […]
*sorry for all the posts i’ve just been really sad*
Red.
all I see is red.
when the knife falls
to the floor. I dont feel
anything though I just see
I see the red. And I think. I
think of all the people i’m leaving.
And i get a towel and a band aid.
And I clean up my cut. And I
take a deep breath and
I move on because
tomorrow is a
brand new
day
I wonder if I were rich would I feel like this. Then I realize money really means nothing. Look at kurt cobain, brad delp, jovan belcher, chris benoit, bob birch, don cornelious, chris lighty, mindy mcCready, roy raymond, and countless others. Money dont mean shit and neither does fame. These people had it all and had accomplished things most of us will never come close to doing and still fell victim to this pain……money cant buy happiness and if it cant then what can?
anyone know of any songs like this? I dont want any hardcore rock just something soft and mellow thats sad like this song.
I live in Cincinnati. It is a small town where everybody knows and talks about everybody. I know something is wrong with me on the inside and Im afraid to seek help. I don’t want people thinking Im crazy and weak because I have a mental illness. I dont know for sure whats wrong but something is. I have symptoms like indecisiveness, It takes a great amount of energy and convincing myself to do simple things like cleaning and mowing the lawn, Ive been antisocial for the past year and lost all of my friends and greatly damaged family relationships, Ive planned and acquired the […]