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Grey

by Dollycutter 7/21/2014

written by Dollycutter

What a fine day to wake up grey. The color leached from me while I was asleep. I am the uncolored thing moving about the house today.

I want to see red. The only color left is underneath and sometimes I need to see it. I have an itch where the portal lies and I drink coffee and fantasize about opening it with a knife.

I’m sick of the masquerade that makes me invent little accidents to justify the damage to my exterior. Everyone knows I have to open up and let the color out every now and then. And despite the subtle brutality of […]

7/21/2014 2 comments

Iron-Wing – The world is a monster, where is your armor.

by Bisban 7/16/2014

written by Bisban

Un, deux, trois. Morlock. I am a rock, not a gold one, but my blood is. Of toxic hell.
Where. Seeking the nature and land, the base, the refuge, for the sanctum. Eight bills a month. Perhaps we can salvage the Lexus RX and get me a new ride, or something. Seeking the healing party house out in the rural. For the Butterfly empire, transmogrify into our dreams, conquer our wings. Behind the Thirteenth Gate. The saga of the Sacred-Clown, and the Mages.

“Butterfree! Use ‘Iron-Wing’ attack!”
Man, I love Pokémon. Travel by air with my strong Butterfree.
Standing on my feet, hanged by a rope […]

7/16/2014 0 comment

I’m scared I’ll wake up….

by misunderstood67 7/14/2014

written by misunderstood67

I’ve already picked a date on when I’m going to kill myself. I decided I’ll do it by overdosing on nortriptyline. I have a total of 600mg and a bottle of red wine. Will that be enough? I’m afraid I’ll wake up paralyzed or brain damaged. I don’t want it to be a failed attempt. I hope it won’t be too painful.

7/14/2014 1 comment

kill everyone

by khajiit 7/12/2014

written by khajiit

the lawn seems empty
the sky looks clear
the imminent danger
seems no where near

someone steps out
gun in hand
somebody runs
somebody stands

no one seems phased
he loads the gun
why do they walk
why don’t they run?

the sky turns red
and so does the road
somebody screams
as the blood starts to flow

the laws have crumbled
it’s a free for all
black is the trend
and decency falls

corpses lay mangled
in allies and streets
laying in stacks
and on the concrete

hanging from streetlights
and hanging from trees
nobody cares
as long as they bleed

if someone’s not hanging
they’re hanging others
from children and […]

7/12/2014 6 comments

The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved. – Mother Theresa

by Remnant The Unbroken 6/30/2014

written by Remnant The Unbroken

You seemed so full of sweetness at the start
But like a big red rose that’s made of paper
There isn’t any sweetness in your heart
Paper Roses
Paper Roses

6/30/2014 0 comment

Don’t know how to deal

by roxy1983 6/28/2014

written by roxy1983

A few weeks ago me and my fiance were to pick my mom up for an appointment she had. I opened the door all I saw was her legs and pills everywhere. I ran to her screaming “MOM”. She could speak she threw up all over herself her eyes were red. She looked so hopeless! My fiance got on the phone called an ambulance they came and asked her what she took all she kept saying was ” 5 bottles”, all we saw was Percocets on the floor. After she was brought to the ER and was settled we went back to her place to […]

6/28/2014 2 comments

addicted to cutting

by death101 6/27/2014

written by death101

ive never want to cut so much in my life,

to feel that cool red liquid pour out of a fresh cut,

to feel that moment of relief,

to see the blood give in,

to see the blood turn to scabs then the scabs to scars,

its the best way to cope,

the only way i know,

because im sick of living this life,

tired of who i am

6/27/2014 0 comment

Another Time…

by Raven678 6/18/2014

written by Raven678

I looked into a moisture covered mirror, saw a empty reflection of me. I was bothered, I was aware, I was committed. I was not going to wake up from this one. Fabric in hand, slip knot created, over my head and around my neck. Firmly in place, other end put over the door edge, I was in the right place, I was going to watch myself in the mirror slowly hang myself to the end. Red to purple face, veins projecting strongly, eyes growing larger and redder, oxygen depleting, knees weakening. F this, something is keeping me from completing. Another attempt, another failure…Still I […]

6/18/2014 0 comment

Painting

by Lacie1223 6/13/2014

written by Lacie1223

Shattering heart,

Wounded soul.

How would she deal,

With all of this pain?

Wrists flowing red,

Mind screaming thoughts.

You’veÂ never heard a story,

Quiet like this.

She loved to draw,

And she loved to paint.

But, she used the wrong materials,

AndÂ it was all to late.

Her pen was a razor.

And her canvas,

Her wrist.

Her canvas was covered,

But she wasn’t finished yet.

Her canvas switched,

From her wrist to her thigh.

She wanted to keep drawing,

To show everyone her pain.

The drawings were getting deeper,

She was nearing the end.

She wanted someone to find her,

With her drawings on her skin.

6/13/2014 2 comments

Red Runs

by AarinaDaae 6/11/2014

written by AarinaDaae

I haven’t cut since High School. I worked myself up and away from the self destruction. Now, as I sit here and watch the red run, I wonder how I allowed myself to get back to this place. Blood truly is thicker than water…

6/11/2014 1 comment

ohnoez

by Bisban 6/1/2014

written by Bisban

hitting out of a leaf spiff.
the music cycles through the zodiac.
it seems at the end, we have lost.
only me. staring at the cat.
the bunny bit me, and I bled.

the purple sky turns the water red.
devil shines through the mind.
what is your color of black.
on to the next tract. what will be.
in the hands of faith.

the moon and the night.
in darkness. the story of the lost knight.
death. a horsemen.
seems like we hold a chain, all of us.
exiled from the mystical realm.

i am losing.

6/1/2014 1 comment

The way to go

by nias 5/30/2014

written by nias

Spent far too long thinking about it, it must be time soon; I used to believe drowning was the way, I used to live by the sea; there were a couple of navigation buoys out across the bay with flashing red lights on them which were out of sync but would flash in unison occasionally, I spent a long time at night sitting on the pier watching them wishing I had the courage to jump into the cold inviting water and die. I’m not there now, in the city instead, suppose there’s the Thames but somehow it’s not the same, there’d be a crowd watching […]

5/30/2014 0 comment

I’m feeling deep yet over tired and can’t sleep

by Remnant The Unbroken 5/28/2014

written by Remnant The Unbroken

Hm. Maybe less than a week if things go well, and a warm bath with steel will be it. I finally see the light at the end. Hahaha. No one knows no one knows. Lock the door turn up the music and let the water and red run together. Bye bye guilt bye bye grief I’ve finally cracked but now I’m taking these demons down with me! No more jitters no more anxiety no more numbness no more pills no more fucked up brain no more pain in other’s eyes no more no more no more I finally get what I deserve

No more. It doesn’t […]

5/28/2014 2 comments

Her Story

by Runner 5/26/2014

written by Runner

Alone with her thoughts

Alone in her room

Little did she know

Her story would end soon

No more sadness

No more pain

No more purging

To stop the gain

She sees her body

She hates each mark

Can’t stand the sight

So she lays in the dark

She cries in the night

And finds her blade

She thinks of every

Mistake she’s made

She begins to think

She’s better off dead

The thought of being

Rushes through her head

She grabbed some pills

And a small red cup

She wanted to fall asleep

And never wake up

Empty the bottle

Down each pill

Soon she will be

Forever still

She was sad to go

But it was for the best

She got what she wanted

Eternal rest

5/26/2014 3 comments

Become The Devil

by nowayout123 5/11/2014

written by nowayout123

you come
crying
and eating
growing
your halo of gold
i take it
i steal you away chil’
to my palace
in the darkness
i shape you
molded clay
becoming
red and black
devil chil’
you are mine
now go
out into the sun
into the moonlight
break them chil’
tear them
kill their babies
poison their water
burn their crops
break the glass
shattering
make them crumble
give them
infernal fire
watch
as they turn to ash
go forth chil’
leave your chocolate behind
and become the devil
this world will end
you are
darkness
my creation
burn them all

5/11/2014 0 comment

Open me I’m red

by Remnant The Unbroken 5/1/2014

written by Remnant The Unbroken

Go far enough I’m dead.

5/1/2014 2 comments

why does blood have to be so messy

by Remnant The Unbroken 4/29/2014

written by Remnant The Unbroken

This might be a trigger to some, so beware

Honestly every time I cut it just gets everywhere. all over my arms, my hands, on the paper I use to smear crude words with the red stuff. it sticks to everything too. yet I can’t seem to bleed enough. I want to bleed more. but every time I cut deep enough to keep a decent flow it hurts like f***….but I still do it. I don’t do it for the pain either.

I think I just associate blood with death…like cutting and bleeding is as close as I’m going to get to death since I really […]

4/29/2014 2 comments

Red lines

by The_red_fairytale 4/22/2014

written by The_red_fairytale

Little girls, little boys, crying in the corner why can’t you see?
the words written on your skin.
These the words that make you bleed.
they make it so no one wins or succeeds.
All alone in the world, that’s how you see.
that’s how it might be.

So sacred, you want to be left alone.
but it’s so addicting, the things we can create.
The words written, the words hidden.
under jeans and sweaters too big.
this is the life we live.

The cuts, the red lines so addicting
the days so stressful, and cruel
Parents screams, telling you what’s wrong with you.
our only escape, […]

4/22/2014 0 comment

It’s just another day

by The_red_fairytale 4/22/2014

written by The_red_fairytale

Tell me about a good place.
A place where I can be me
The weird, crazy me
The one with red stained hair
But my days seem to blend

Wake up, get out of bed.
look at myself in the mirror again.
Hate myself, love myself I don’t know what to do.
Get dressed, put on a mask.
Smile, and pretend
Wanting my world to end.

why can’t these people see?
I’m not the me I want to be
People speak, words that bring me down.
But it’s just another day.

Another day of feeling hated.
Another day of the same old, same old.
Why can’t […]

4/22/2014 0 comment

14 February 1988

by Nusu Nusu 4/16/2014

written by Nusu Nusu

‘In the garden by the swing sits a

A little girl oblivious of the love

And and joy she brings

There are flowers all about her and

Birds that sweetly sing of the

Joys of tomorrow that a certain

Smile can bring’

There’s a pool deep with water from

Which sirens softness bring and

The pool’s cool and dark with

Golden fish and other things

There’s a rock by a fountain which

Quietly sprays the air and soothes

The very quietness that is spoiled by

Me being there

While she plays with her fingers and

Touches face and hair and is

Surprised by the roughness

And the burnt smell

In the air

Looking all about her at the sky devoid

Stars there […]

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