I’m scared to get close and i hate being alone.
I long for that feeling to not feel at all.
The higher i get, the lower i’ll sink.
I can’t drown my demons, they know how to swim.
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Poetry
Ever felt so broken that nothing can fix you? So shattered that you couldn’t put Humpty Dumpty back together again, even if you wanted to?
Have you ever had anyone fix you? Someone who ran around for weeks and months trying to pick up the pieces of your tattered soul? I did. I felt destroyed before her. Like there was nothing on the inside. She’s gone now, and her leaving made me realise that there really was nothing on the inside. I actually thought she’d fixed me. Not the half assed job that any dipshit in a suit with a PHD was capable of. No, really […]
To the world, But what am I?
But a lowly, Insignificant child.
My opinion, is none of matter,
Adults..they do it better…
A child,
I be no more,
Of that you made sure.
With your slashing , words that cut,
With your hand, much too rough,
Innoncence stolen long ago,
Innoncence that’s longed for so.
A child,
I be no more,
Of that you made sure.
Driven to the edge, Â and back,
So easy to surrender to black,
You the shadow that befalls,
The darkness creeping, as he calls.
A child,
I be no more,
Of that you made sure.
To those that say “You should win,â€
But have you felt the words that tear my skin?
Felt the stabbing of a thorn,
Felt the meaning of forlorn.
A child,
I […]
I never really had a real passion… the little things here they’re like writing song lyrics the stuff like that running around outside with kids and doing things like that but ive never had a real passion until one day when I picked up the pencil and faded into my feelings and all of a sudden I just started to to write and i rhymed and it all came together so decently…. every since that day ive fallen in love with poetryes I love to write it I love to read it is just a beautiful thing to know that you can poor all your […]
In response to XxwhyxX. I’m the same as far as song lyrics and poetry.
A great band (I’ve luckily seen a few times in Australia when they’ve toured)
The Doves
“There goes the fear”
Out of here
We’re out of here
Out of heartache
Along with fear
There goes the fear again
There goes the fear
And cars speed fast
Out of here
And life goes past
Again so near
There goes the fear again
There goes the fear
Close your brown eyes
And lay down next to me
Close your eyes, lay down
‘Cos there goes the fear
Let it go
You turn around and life’s passed you by
You look […]
This is the night,
The night I have stumbled into the gods region,
I have fallen,
And landed harder than you can even perceive,
I know this,
For I cannot make sense of the senseless.
Even though your words seek meaning,
It is true,
They are beautiful and have wonder in them,
Timeless,
Alone in a world of man and your meaning is,
The End.
I’ve found some pessimistic quotes which I would like to share. Enjoy.
“That human life must be some kind of mistake
is sufficiently proved by the simple observation
that man is a compound of needs which are hard to satisfy;
that their satisfaction achieves nothing
but a painless condition
in which he is only given over to boredom . . .”
– Arthur Schopenhauer
“Life is like an onion:
you peel off layer after layer
and then you find there is nothing in it.”
– James Gibbons Huneker
“It is possible to live only as long as life intoxicates us;
once we are sober we cannot help seeing
Roses are red
Violets aren’t blue
My hurt skips beats
When I’m with you
Your eyes so big
My heart so blue
You can not see
It yearns for you
Blind to it
I know its true
But god almighty
I wish he knew
Every second I think of you
Thoughts are endless they hurt too
Like a twisting rode
Plunged threw my heart
We are forever
Ment to be apart
Not gods will
Your just to smart
Relationships
All ways tend to part
So we stay friends
Makes my heart depart
But friends are forever
that’s a start
If one day you should change […]
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 […]
Guess who’s throwing up again? Cyd. That’s who. I know.. I know.. I should really see a doctor since this is a recurring problem. I get it. I just don’t feel like dealing with it. So, instead of thinking about my volatile stomach, I’m just gonna post a random poem a wrote a few months ago…sorry it’s so goddamn depressing, but I’m still proud of it.
Mornings ruin my day
A beating heart is useless
Lying, waiting for my body to die
A beating heart is worthless
When you no longer need its services
My stomach is on fire
I guess I’ll let it […]
I have searched and found every registered sex offender in my area and like to write their name etc on the street they live on so others are aware and they live there. I never touch the property and do it at 3am at night. My daughter who is 23 got raped the same week I did but she is still suffering horribly. I know this isn’t directly related to suicide but maybe the pain we suffer that makes us feel self hatred and want to die can be fought back against. What others do to us deserves justice, not for us to hurt ourselves […]
fourth grade and things didnt get better. People didnt really talk to me and if they did, they never had anything nice to say to me.I constantly got called names; Fatty, little miss piggy, worm (because i had my hair braided and they looked like little worms), four eyes, book worm, slob, ugly etc. I became very drawn back and I started to write poetry. My first poem was called no one cares about me. its a self explanatory poem. the names got to me. they weighted on my heart so much. I became bitter towards the world. I started to get a really bad attitude. I fought back […]
i see red
not enough red
never enough red
everyday i see red
everyday i don’t see red
i think i’m going crazy
i think i’m dying.
which is ridiculous because if anything kills me it will be the red.
and i’m not supposed to be that
i’m not supposed to be ridiculous
solid
down-to-earth
laughing
straight-a
goody-2-shoes
that’s who i am
who i’m supposed to be
that’s what they tell me
anyways.
and this is ridiculous
because i hate poetry
but i have to write this because i have to
which is not a good reason
and i know that
and i don’t care.
I am 26, male. Let me preface this by saying that I am relatively intelligent (B.S. Physics), relatively attractive, and from the outside, it appears that my life is going well. All is not well. I have struggled with depression for over a decade now and sometimes it feels like I am smart enough to out-think it, beat it, but it always comes back to haunt me.
I have thought of all the possibilities, I wish I could hand my life off to someone more deserving. I should be happy! I have a stable job, a great roommate, and vitality that […]
my friend took his own life on march 18, 2013. he gambled with his own life as he spun the cylinder to his prized .45 revolver, looked dead into his best friend’s eyes and pulled the trigger… he had a 1 in 6 chance of death and he took that- he left no warnings before hand… i dont think he thought it would go off… Â but it did… and now he’s gone…….. he thought he had no one but his best friend- and even then, he knew he was gonna move in with his girlfriend and Robert would be homeless and living in his […]
Today during creative writing class my teacher really wanted to read a poem I wrote about me loosing my best friend (well she didn’t know what it was about). I didn’t want to say no because it would have hurt her feelings, so I said “sureâ€. She started reading the emotion-filled poem out loud. We had a visitor in our class who, just from the few lines my teacher had read, was completely focused in and had an amazed look on her face. Apparently so did everyone else in the class.
As she was reading, I started to realize what the words actually meant to me. They weren’t just […]
She sits in her room
And writes out her sorrows
Getting it on paper
She can face tomorrow
A razor in hand
She slices through her pain
Destroying her own body
Trying to forget her shame
Looking in the mirror
She despises what she sees
The words pop in her head
“Pale, awkward, fat, ugly”
She stumbles through the day
Tells everyone she’s fine
She tries to force a smile
So they’ll all believe her lie
She chooses to be on her own
Loner is her middle name
Because people ask questions
Too complicated to explain
She lies awake at night
Afraid to shut her eyes
Scared of what she […]
Slit your hips where no one can see
Your good girl image has a reputation to keep
Close the door and let it go
Do it quick so no one will know
Rush of adrenaline as blood spills
Thrill so deep it gives you chills
Blood whispers words you can’t tell
Because if you did they’d give you hell
Clean it up and cover the proof
No one deserves to know the truth
Scars fade and leave a memory
And recent events give you agony
So cut a little deeper
Bleed a little harder
Kiss your beautiful perfect blade
And find a place for her to hide away
Bring it out when you’re scared or lonely
Til then…
Put on a fake smile […]
When you’re all alone, and there’s nobody to hold you,
you cry, you weep, all by your lonesome.
When there is nobody to care, and you’re swalloed into despair, you give up. Ready to see what’s really up.
Scream and cry, swallow and die.
Sleeping pills that were supposed to take your life.
Wake up with an IV in your arm, people asking questions whether you’re into self harm
Drinking charcoal, in a hospital gown.
They shouldn’t have saved me. What the Hell do I do now?
They put you in a mental hospital when you’re released from the hospital.
Sleep in a bed with lumps, shower in a gray bathroom.
I was there for […]
They listen, yet they dont hear. They think, yet they dont know. They hear my cry, yet they dont see my tears. So when I die, will they know I never lived?