Can you feel it? The dead weight yor legs from the sleeping pills, the dizziness from the alcohol, the soft throbbing of your pulse as blood is pumped out of your wrists? That’s it. That’s what we’ve been waiting for, that’s the quiet comfort. The beauty of dying.
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Im doing my best not to cut. Been clean for years.. But i know that the sight of blood would calm me down…
I feel as if there is so much hate and anger inside me that i need to release some of the pressure.
I cant cut… Not because i want to live.
I cant cut coz im saving all my strength for aug 23.
I gave myself a chance and delayed it for as long as i could… Thats going to be my final day.
All my darkest fears rise into the light
Out from the cold place I left them deep down in my soul
I laugh I cry then soon i want to die
Forgetting what it’s like to live
Not knowing how to love life
Repeating this sad cycle
Breathing the same shitty air
Death would be living
This hell we call earth is rotting
I cry tears no longer
I cry blood like 1000 needles pierced my eyes
Caterpillars no longer turn into butterflies
While flowers no longer bloom
My screams become faint
Nobody hears me
Nobody cares
Because nobody’s there
I’m already dead
On to the point … when i was barely 3 years old , my parents went to work abroad since we didn’t have enough money to pay out the credits they had taken to build our new “Home” … the credits were more than 6 digits in € … I was still young and i had become a witness of so many family argues that its not even funny , i have seen my father hit my mother to *BLOOD*, believe me it was quite traumatising for a 3-5 year old kid to witness this … so on , when i was about 7 […]
A Poem Written by Myself.
The Itch
I have this itch.
It lives inside me
and I don’t know
why it stays.
I have this itch.
It burns my skin,
and I don’t know
how it stops.
I have this itch.
It sheds my blood,
and I don’t know
why I’m doing this.
I have this itch.
It’s around my neck,
and I know exactly
how I got here.
~XxNameGoesHerexX
I think about death. I think about it all the time. I wonder what it would be like if death wasn’t just a state of being, but an actual being, and what I would say if I could sit down and talk to it. Why do you come around when you’re not wanted? Why won’t you come round when u are desperately needed? Do you have a 800 number or a help desk. Why the fuck not? Because I am this great,
Unstable
Mass of blood and stone
And no emotion that’s worth having
Has settled in my bones
My heart is an autoclave
Bad luck never leaves.
Your jinx just floats around
Like the taste inside your mouth,
or the sound when your skull cracks.
Feel the growing pains.
It means you’re growing up too fast.
Telling white lies to black cats.
Stretch me out across the tracks.
While you were sleeping I was blood red,
sharp as a knife inside your stomach.
I’m squeezing tight; don’t let the light in.
No medicine.
Daydream tendencies had you smiling soft and sweet.
Keep those blurry memories somewhere safe-
you may need them.
You can make a wish,
but there’s no rabbit out the hat.
Realize it’s never coming back.
While you were […]
I know the truth I don’t have anyone and never did I just annoy people and ruin things I miss being hugged and talked to anywhere I was I hate hating myself when I die no one should come I’d prefer it I’m unfit for anything I deserve this pain this constant loneliness I can’t let ***** men suffer in silence I’m sorry to my blood line what a disappointment I’ve been my whole lif
i saw you standing there alone upon the roof
your eyes puffy red and your lips were turning blue
tell me now
whats your reason darling tell me now
and dreams are made of wonder
and the curiosity
but if you do this now im telling you its not meant to be
so dont be sad there is now reason darling dont be sad
do follow the yellow brick road
talk to the stars in the sky it wont be easy i know there is no reason to cry
keep on moving keep the blood pumping keep your heart beating keep the smile
keep on […]
My heart is sinking. My blood feels thick, like lava, burning through my veins. I feel sick with anger and sadness. I feel hopeles. I want to lay down and sink into a peaceful death. I can’t remember anything anymore. I can’t feel anything except the agony of wanting to die but still having to be alive. How can you want something so badly and struggle everyday to reject it. I want to want to live.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q1w2QP2v8E8
Exploited
Human beings
to fill the pockets
of the elite
They say you’re “valued”
They say they “care”
Machine feeding machines.
WE NEED REFORM
What is this
Slave trade you prefer?
Unionized to abuse our rights
Unjust actions
to fill that bank
till your money suffocates
from the guilt
of the blood it took
I’m screaming for reason
I’m screaming from rage
I’m screaming for Answers
You will not say
I’m screaming for justice
I’m screaming for peace
I’m screaming for action
with nothing but satisfaction
Gaze so distantly
Into the night
Walking around
Without a fright
Too much blood
Spills forth from me
Red and crimson
why can’t we be?
You are my love
The only one
Yet you flit away
Like a beautiful dove
When I hear your name
Oh, I don’t know why
I feel all tingly
On the inside
Are we star crossed lovers to be?
Because every single time
That we ever meet
I seem to get coldfeet
Sitting there
In your alcove
You seem so lonely
I wanna hold you close
poison in my mouth
Tastes like tar and notebook paper and Prozac and mint gum and sweat and blood and tears
Stay.
Still.
Don’t.
Move.
I’ll shoot this gun and make a bullet wound.
Freeze.
There.
Stay.
Square.
If you move I’ll Fire and blood will be everywhere.
Stand.
Still.
Keep.
There.
Don’t move or I’ll do it. I’ll do it.
Help.
Me.
Out.
Of Here.
Move, I dare you. I dare you, I do.
Police, paramedics, forensic scientists, none of these will clean a crime scene. If you kill yourself in your home, your body could sit there for some time while investigators rule out murder and/or robbery.
The body makes a huge mess, there is a lot of blood. If you shoot or cut yourself, you will leave a very large mess behind and by the time your premises are cleared to enter, your blood has started to solidify and soak into any dry space.
Like I said, none of those servicemen will clean the scene that you left. Your next of kin is expected to clean the mess, […]
Blood: mine and everyone else’s. It becomes an obsession. I love to see it. The very thing that keeps us alive. Available in large or small quantities. In small portions it can be a necessity, yet deadly to someone else! And in large it can drain you of the essence of life. It oozes from a cut as a throbbing life form becoming free. Entering the real world and clinging hopelessly to the skin only to be brushed off and thrust into a hostile environment. Drying and dying, the blood and its gift of live wither away into a dark, hard shell of its former […]
Get me past blood
Past walls
Past meds
Past the next step
Let me go blind
To the crippled
To that hospital image
To the dark colors
To how I got here
Let me go deaf
To the loud ringing
To the insecure patient
To the crying little boy
To the prosecutor
Let me not feel
The needles in my arm
Your razor blade tongue
The gnawing on my bones
I don’t believe that dead people speak
Nor that prophets walk on water
That just leaves me with
All those years of scrambled nonsense
And broken Angels
Amen
Let me tell you a story.
In the little town of Chaonite there are little minions called Chaonites. There is a group of Chaonites called Chrischaonites and they claim to know the one and only truth. They say that machaonites can only fuck fechaonites, and fechaonites can only fuck machaonites. Everything goes according to plan until one day, a fechaonite desides she wants to fuck another lovely little fechaonite. The Chrischaonites don’t like this, not one bit. They tie up this strange evil fechaonite and process her in their holy slaughterhouse, where the blood is drained out of her pretty body and mixed with sugar and put […]
I crave you like i crave the sun and the moon
the stars and the cars
i crave you like i crave the earth
the grass and the dirt
i crave you like i crave the love
from here and above
i crave you like i crave the fire
to burn with desire
i crave you like i crave no other
a love that will smother
i crave you like i crave the heat
this grave is complete
i crave you like i crave air
its been ripped despair
i crave you like i crave blood
no one should
Standing on the shoreline looking out, all I see are blood red seas. The sun doesn’t shine here, so the sky is grey. The land doesn’t want me, so it makes it hard to live. Nature wants me dead. That’s why we all die anyways, it’s natural. But I have survived. Year after year I remain, but it’s just a flash of time anyway. Haha, this is such senseless shit. I’m bored and wish I were more intoxicated than I am