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Ash

waves, no more

by Bisban 6/4/2014

written by Bisban

because my problems are so contrast.

through this hell I became born. a contra warrior.

I am the dead Ash. The story of the black ash.

the story where at the end the sad hero.

what happened when it reached zero.

was there another realm. or did I fuse with Gengar.

what is the psychic world. I am a Gengar.

I can levitate and fly. I have psy-power.

I can control and manipulate things and matter, and even people.

A freaking Gengar. What in the psychic world.

There used to be a Gengar, when he found the holy spirit.

Together, they went to go save the world.

Alakazam, is the guru of peace.

I type with […]

6/4/2014 0 comment

Dead

by XxemofuckxXD 8/10/2013

written by XxemofuckxXD

Clash into dust into ash into lust
with another ways dream and another mans dean
without a word suffer with a counter cost cutter
with no aspiration inside this temptation
into but oblivion with bottles of insidium
quite opposite the transaction
of dying plaster reaction
into nothingness evolve with a starlit twice revolved

SORRY ABOUT ALL OF THE POEMS ITS HOW I EXPRESS MYSELF

8/10/2013 5 comments

the story of how I died

by Lucid Oblivion 4/16/2013

written by Lucid Oblivion

I’m dead. I don’t seem dead, I can breathe and taste food and smell flowers, and I don’t look dead but I AM DEAD. My mind has turned into decay, bit by bit it’s crumbling to dust. A lunatic lives inside here, a scavenger that feeds upon my decaying soul.
I look in the mirror and I don’t see my silhouette anymore, all I see is this thing that’s consuming me and my shadow behind it like a forgotten whisper of who I was once upon a time. I’ve shredded everything that has made me once me, my faith and my imagination are gone and […]

4/16/2013 4 comments

Assimilate

by Tormenting Dreams 2/12/2013

written by Tormenting Dreams

we have to much destruction and crime on the streets
welcome to america the land of the free
but what if that fact is the fact of what has you beat?
you have no where to go and nothing you need
the laws the law is what they always said
but what use is it to you when your already dead?
no sense in livingÂ a life that you cant already live
abuse and neglect that is all that can give
moma says she loves you, shes just fucked in the head
no sense running to daddy, cause daddy already left
out the front door […]

2/12/2013 0 comment

Hey there.

by ash11032 2/5/2013

written by ash11032

Hello everyone. Hope you’re all having a great day. You are amazing and a significant addition to this world. It may be hell, but sits people like us who take the pain and make it our strength. Stay strong. And another reminder, any of you feel free to contact me if you want to. I love you no matter who you are.

Rawrdino88@gmail.com

-Ash

2/5/2013 1 comment

For anyone who needs someone, I will be there.

by ash11032 2/4/2013

written by ash11032

Well.. Hello fellow people on here. I guess we’re all here for the same reason. Because we’re alone. Clearly none of us have anywhere to run to in real life. So we search for it on the Internet. Where anyone can be who they want. Where we can all hide behind a mask and not be ashamed of who we are..
Well, anyway. In ash. Well that’s what I go by anyway.
The point of this post is to help anyone in need. I promise I am good help and will listen. I actually plan on majoring in psychology when I go to college in […]

2/4/2013 2 comments

untitles post

by los.tsoul 11/30/2012

written by los.tsoul

I can’t live like this anymore. Nothing seems to be enough reason to stay. Not my husband. Not myÂ children. If the devil really exists, he’s FINALLY won this 19 year battle with me. at only 29 years old — I am no longer strong. I feel so weak. My health is poor — yet better than most. I have everything and desire nothing. I dwell too much on the coulda-woulda-shoulda- that I can’t see the now, And the worst part of all is I am aware of everything and care not to change any of it, I want to die. I long for death […]

11/30/2012 27 comments

I Am My Heart’s Undertaker…

by HopelessLolita 7/29/2012

written by HopelessLolita

“I am my heartâ€™s undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.” Â â€” Emilie Autumn (The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls)

I had my first suicidal thought at the age of eight. Two years later, I had what I referred to as “my contingency plan”, consisting of a lethal OD of my mum’s prescribed potassium chloride pills. It was a strange comfort to know that, if everything ever became too much, there was something I couldÂ DO, something I actually had […]

7/29/2012 5 comments

I don’t know.

by Kupoe 7/20/2012

written by Kupoe

I don’t know.

I find myself every day saying this. I repeat this word alot.Â I’ve been living with the spectre of suicide since I was 8, I’ve hated life since then.Â Â I saw my grandfather lying in the casket, and everyone was crying, I didn’t understand until I went over and told grandpa to wake up… he didn’t wake up.

Grandpa was just sitting there, not moving.Â I didn’t understand why he wasn’t getting up.Â I kept hoping he would get up, thinking that he was just asleep, but he was too still.Â In my little mind, I knew he was too still.Â I learned about […]

7/20/2012 10 comments

Happiness is a mirage

by MyRequiem311 5/27/2012

written by MyRequiem311

For so many years of my life, I’ve endured the constant feeling of sadness and feeling alone. Every day, progressively worse than the last. Then the day came where I met someone who gave me a breathe of fresh air in my life, and gave me a purpose and reason to live. How great it was to love something more than yourself. She lives 10 hours away, I sold everything I own in this world to go see her, I leave tomorrow.

But why is it I’m so close, but I feel so scared? I feel as though I’ve already lost her, and I haven’t even […]

5/27/2012 0 comment

The face of depression

by lostchild445 5/19/2012

written by lostchild445

🙂 you see that? Thats my face. All day. Every day. I put it on in the morning and it only varies a little. I hold everything in. Keep it away from my friends. They dont need to be worried. Because as time comes to show, once people know what face truly lies behind the lies they freak out and send you out to the hospital for a month again. So fuck it. I’ll just push it all back, then let it all out through my wrist at night. So far it’s worked alright. I’m doing just fine. Or so I say. I can even […]

5/19/2012 1 comment