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Blood Drip

quiet forever, i shall be.

by i.am.not.for.this.world 8/29/2013

i am quiet, this is no new thing but when i am quiet, i think of hurtful things.

mother says she loves me but how should i know it be true? father claims it too but i don’t know how to believe it’s all true.

i am forever alone in this dark head of mine, left to rot and watch this decaying world as everyone pretends it’s all ok.

i hurt myself to protect all of whom i love, if i did not i would hurt them, feel their bones break under foot, watch blood drip from their finger tips and spill onto me, with the glorious shades […]

8/29/2013 4 comments

I got tired of the BS

by Anonymous5 4/27/2013

written by Anonymous5

January 5,2011 The day my daddy passed away, The day my 2 year boyfriend broke up with me, Â The day my mom and dad got married through church , The day I tried killing my self …
My dad died from cancer my boyfriend left me for my bestfriend….My bestfriend told all my secrets. That night it was a school night thursday to be exact. I punched a whole in my wall my nuckles turned purple I wanted to hurt myself I thought “I dont desrve to live im just a waste of space nobody cares for me!” I punched the mirror now my nuckles […]

4/27/2013 2 comments

It’s All About The Pain

by AscahIsBroken 1/25/2013

written by AscahIsBroken

You take the knife and do no harm
But feel the blood drip down your arm
You realize something
It’s all about the pain
You’re on a quest to find some there
To feel anything, anyone, anywhere

But you already knew that
You just don’t understand why you can’t get past it

It’s not about the hurt
It’s not about the hate
It’s not about what you can’t explain
It’s not about what you’ve done
Not about the punishment
It’s all about the pain
Just trying to feel something

I’ve been down the road before
Sometimes I’m still there
Rip out my heart as I cut up the […]

1/25/2013 3 comments

PRETTY RED LIQUID.

by Nobodyy 10/15/2012

written by Nobodyy

One cut
Two cut
Three cut
Four
I can’t take it anymore
Five Cut
Six Cut
Seven cut
More
Watch the blood drip to the floor
This beautiful blood causes so much pain
This beautiful blood makes a beautiful stain
I just have to cut over and over again
It feels so good
Not like it should
I do it more than I ever thought I would

10/15/2012 4 comments

Waking Up

by Lokui 6/10/2012

written by Lokui

Waking up with that Gut feeling of not wanting to live.. I know that feeling all to well. When I wake up in the morning I wonder what I will go through today…. You know it has been so long since I have actually smiled and meant it.. I am dealing with so much drama.. And it hurts.. I am just so confused on what to do right now.. D:< You have no idea why I wake up in the morning. I honestly have no idea why i wake up in the morning..

I want to sleep forever knowing that there will be nothing to […]

6/10/2012 0 comment

Crying

by Worthless and Lifeless 6/9/2012

written by Worthless and Lifeless

The Minute I wake up I cry because I am so sick and tired of my life and how it has been lived. I wonder what I have done wrong in my life. You know I know that i am not perfect I never have claimed to me and I know for sure I will never claim the perfection of someone…. I am not flawless like others. When i look in the mirror I stare and cry some more because I am not that pretty skinny girl every one would love to be with..

I am not perfection because I have been through so much bullshit […]

6/9/2012 3 comments

Untitled..

by Unknown_Schizophrenic 3/9/2012

written by Unknown_Schizophrenic

Why is it that ALL I feel is pain?
My days are always getting flooded full of rain.
I say this bathtub is blooded, watchin all this blood drip.
Just ONE more cut across maybe down both wrists.
My wish, is to be in my world.
This is the most I’ve ever bled, my brain is getting fed up with all this bull shit.
Maybe I should get a pistol and find that full clip.
Yeah!, I think that’ll work, but then again I want the pain to hurt. I like slow pain.
Just one more cut, I promise this is IT.
Where’s my pills […]

3/9/2012 1 comment

The girl that use to sit on this bed

by Schneiderang 12/29/2011

written by Schneiderang

The girl that use to sit on this bed was ashamed to call her self a daughter, friend, girlfriend and so on. The girl who use to sit on this bed was scared to face her self in the mirror. The girl who use to sit on this bed would smush her self into a little ball every night and cry. The girl who use to sit on this bed only saw darkness. The girl who sat on this bed never understood why know one wanted her. The girl who use to sit on this bed saw the blood drip from her arm every day […]

12/29/2011 1 comment