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bloody

Sorry.

by AKidWithAName 5/3/2016

written by AKidWithAName

I’m really sorry to anyone who wastes their time reading this, so I’ll try to make it short.

I am not a necessity, nor a nicety, so why do I continue to roam this bloody earth in hopes of finally being wanted. I’m not wanted now, I wasn’t wanted in the past, and I can’t help but think that I won’t be wanted in the future. I’ m a liar, an accident, an attention whore, a know-it-all, and just an all-around piece of shit. Why am I even still alive?

If it’s not a problem for anyone reading this, would you […]

5/3/2016 2 comments

by Emptyface 4/11/2016

written by Emptyface

Never thought id feel so empty id split my flesh, just to feel again, just to distract from the fact that i feel dead inside; so much emptiness can only amount to hell or bliss; my desire for the afterlife, a darkness where i cant feel, wouldnt that be nice? Never thought id feel so numb i couldnt feel the pleasures in life, so dead i couldnt feel my fingertips. And pain was the closest thing, an extescy silver steel could bring. So bloody. So much fluid, expelled from my veins, passed the boarder from insanity, the bloody warmth giving back to me, drawing […]

4/11/2016 2 comments

Protected: Seething.

by whiskered-fish 4/8/2016

written by whiskered-fish

There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.

4/8/2016 82 comments

Light

by thelost 2/23/2016

written by thelost

Her head rises and falls with each breath I take, and perhaps it’s fitting considering the fact that without her I might never have taken those breaths. Her long, dirty blonde hair is pulled back in a simple braid, and I’m eternally grateful. It allows me an uninterrupted view of her beautiful face, which I have grown to so adore. I feel I am unworthy of having this beauty at such close hand, and to have it all to myself is incomprehensible. Her lips draw my eyes and I remember the feeling of pressing mine against them. The way that it felt as though the […]

2/23/2016 0 comment

Oh, the choices the choices. It’s like looking at a restaurant menu :)

by Rotted_Flesh 11/3/2015

written by Rotted_Flesh

For those that discover the body of someone attempting a firearm suicide, the vision may well be traumatic. A shot to the head that has an exit hole is likely to spread blood and brain/bone fragments over a wide space. Depending on where the gun is aimed, it is also possible that bloody facial disfigurement occurs. Even a bullet not existing the head will result in blood coming out of the entry hole.

Shots to the chest or abdomen are even more likely to cause significant bleeding, with the likelihood of finding the body, possibly still alive, in a very bloody state.

For those concerned that those […]

11/3/2015 1 comment

Well..

by Rhyan 10/16/2015

written by Rhyan

Im more focused on helping than anything else.. here’s some contact info, should anyone need to vent.

Kik; sweet.bloody.kisses
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10/16/2015 4 comments

Black Holes That I Call Home

by Aurelia Morgenstern 6/3/2015

written by Aurelia Morgenstern

I don’t want to do this anymore. Feeling like this is worse than feeling nothing. I want out so badly, but I can’t because I don’t want other people to feel upset. But I still want to die. Does that make me selfish? I don’t know. I don’t really know anything anymore. In class, we played Jeopardy, but the questions were about fellow classmates. Y’know, end-of-year bullshit to waste what’s left of our time. I remember seeing the answer to the question about me; the board said, “Who is Aurelia?” That’s a great question, and if it’s ever on one of my finals I won’t […]

6/3/2015 0 comment

Dreaming

by Skeleton100 4/18/2015

written by Skeleton100

Dreaming about having a boy’s body. Walking around with toned arms, flat chest. And I’m happy and free, ya know?

And then I wake up in a foreign cage. And the family thinks I’m a possessed “girl.”

Rather be dead than live a bloody muddy ruddy fucking lie.

4/18/2015 2 comments

Did you know…

by Skeleton100 3/23/2015

written by Skeleton100

that the earth is pregnant with buzzards?

And it’s going into labor…it’s convulsing…it’s going to squeeze out this bloody mass of preying creatures to pick clean the bones of those already dead.

I will finally be free

3/23/2015 0 comment

never ending.

by notsureifreadytogo 3/23/2015

written by notsureifreadytogo

Nothing gets better. It just changes. Yesterdays bloody wound is tomorrows festering infection. Nothing heals. Distractions fade and reality comes crushing down. It never ends.

3/23/2015 0 comment

rant then poem & art

by Stereotype 3/19/2015

written by Stereotype

I had 4 public speaking engagements in three days, I taught a class and then went to a kick off for a charity walk. No classes this week – spring break. I still have a shitload of homework to do but I am about to leave for Niagara Falls to gamble for a 3 day vacation. I am on the Deans list with honors 4 semesters in a row but I think this class I’m taking is going to drop my GPA. So I joined a couple honor societies while I still have the GPA to be invited to these things. I need something to […]

3/19/2015 0 comment

i hurt myself today, to see if i still feel

by cathy arsis 3/18/2015

written by cathy arsis

i focus on the pain, the only thing that’s real

it’s been 5 years since i last marred my pale skin,

gave it some bloody color

i sat there and cried

only knowing one thing for sure,

knowing i dont wanna know.

i sat there and smoked through 2 marlboro black 100s

pressed against me

flesh bubbly like a teenager high off their first crush

and when the light on the tip of my smoke started to dim, almost going out,

i’d take it away, take a hard pull, breath in the horror deep and slow

and then push it back against me,

harder than before.

i think i might be ready to go now

3/18/2015 5 comments

i think this is what u were thinkin of randall :)

by cathy arsis 2/10/2015

written by cathy arsis

the song you were thinkin of by bob dylan is Highway 61 revisted, i know how songs can linger in my head and bug the fuck otta me untill i figure it out; if you’re the same way, i hope this helps:

Soundtrack (The Bootleg Series Vol. 7). It was written by Bob Dylan.

Oh, God said to Abraham, “Kill me a son”
Abe says, “Man you must be puttin’ me on”
God says, “No”, Abe say “What?”
God say “You can do what you want Abe but
The next time you see me comin’ you better run”

Well Abe said, “Where do you want this […]

2/10/2015 1 comment

for Randall

by cathy arsis 1/30/2015

written by cathy arsis

the song you were thinkin of by bob dylan is Highway 61 revisted, i know how songs can linger in my head and bug the fuck otta me untill i figure it out; if you’re the same way, i hope this helps:

Soundtrack (The Bootleg Series Vol. 7). It was written by Bob Dylan.

Well Abe said, “Where do you want this […]

1/30/2015 1 comment

Im so sad

by ella 1/5/2015

written by ella

I hate myself i’m so goddamn selfish why cant I be fucking normal and be able to socialize with ease like I used to? What the fuck is wrong with me? Why the fuck am I so goddamn lonely? Why the bloody hell do I isolate myself? I try so damn hard to radiate fucking positivity but I end up sadder than ever. I was so happy just a week ago. Now I’m sad. Again. I cant seem to get out of it this time. Again. I have no one. I am no one. I want to die. Why cant I just die? I wake […]

1/5/2015 7 comments

Road to nowhere

by my heaven is your hell 1/5/2015

written by my heaven is your hell

I cannot take it anymore .Whenever i close my eyes, at any time of day/night ,i see all these horrifying pictures of blood and violence on myself.Im haunted by monstrous bloody images of flesh and death.It lasts for approximately week or two, non-stop ,i hardly sleep more than 4 hours a night then.When it passes ,i always get painfully numb.It goes round and round. I cannot do this anymore,i need to cut,i need to die,i don’t deserve to be here i shouldn’t be here.Sorry im so weak i need to write it here instead of just finishing with that agony.I can’t kill myself because it […]

1/5/2015 1 comment

Hi

by velvet7 10/26/2014

written by velvet7

Hi,

I’m Velvet. I don’t want to kill myself, but I am thinking about it. I’m thinking about it because part of me hates myself. I have no one who would really give a damn. The people that are close to me, either take advantage of me or abuse or dismiss me. So, I am nothing and nobody to anyone. So, what’s the point?

That’s basically it for now. I’m at the bottom of a huge, big barrel that’s always been there, waiting for me. Waiting to absorb me.

Well, I don’t know if I should stay in bed all day tomorrow and lick my wounds, or if […]

10/26/2014 3 comments

Suck dick Robert frost

by deadgrl 10/20/2014

written by deadgrl

2 roads diverged in a road
And
I sat down
And
Made streams of blood
Flowing from my throbbing wrist
The rivers turned the dusty roads
To muddy roads
I started to sink
Into the bloody mud
I haven’t been able to come out
And I’m starting
To drown

10/20/2014 6 comments

Where is God

by charlieregal 10/7/2014

written by charlieregal

Where is he. This omnipotent, omnipresent so called benevelent being that people fall to their knees and give all the glory. He seems completely indifferent to our suffering as we are indifferent to suffering of ants (such simple delicate little creatures) as they are crushed under our feet and we don’t even give it a second thought? If we are truly his children then ask yourself this; If you had a child would test his virtue with tribulations like disease, famine, pestilence, war and natural disasters? If so then what kind of parent are you? Think of the acursed realms of the world; sudan, palestine, […]

10/7/2014 41 comments

Failed at Death

by EvilKitten 8/31/2014

written by EvilKitten

Last week I slit my wrists, all the way up my arms, multiple times. Anywhere I saw a vein, I sliced hard and fast. Amazingly it didn’t hurt. Earlier that day I went to the store and bought a brand new kitchen knife, for exactly this purpose.

I’m still alive. I cut myself so badly that I turned my bathtub full of water dark red. I saw the blood spurting out of my veins. I wished for death. Irritatingly, my veins stopped bleeding after only a short time. So I found veins on my legs and ankles to slice up. I’m fair skinned, so finding them […]

8/31/2014 8 comments

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