You strike me with your sword
You hack away my flesh
Blood runs down my skin
Pools form at my feet
Flies come and feast
My body, a table
My skin begins to rot.
The blood dries at my feet
My eyes long since devoured,
flesh fares no better
I stand, white as ivory
I am ivory
I am bone
Are you satisfied,
because I still stand
I will not fall.
After all that happened with my friend, I came back to my mom for condolence and would ask her where I went wrong. My mom is like a best friend to me and I know that I can always count on her for some insight or advice. My mom had told me that she kinda knew that this would happen someday. She told me that she and my friend’s mom never really got along, because of the fact that my friend’s mom was a unusual personality. My mom told me that my friend’s mom had always been really protective over her (that I could kinda […]
Why are we all here on this site ?
It’s the problem of pain, we want to destroy !
Where the pain come from ?
From non-acceptance !
Of people that reject.
And the main role in play, it is we, who won’t even accept ourself.
And worse way round, we even want to change others, but sure to fail !
We hate this, we hate that.
And it’s so common to be told, just change this or that, we’ll be alright.
But easier said than done, to change ?
We are already where we are, and that’s it, all that we humbly (or proudly) need is to first […]
Middle of the night you wake up, sweaty, confused, afraid. That same old feeling of dread hits you. Why can’t you sleep? Every night it’s the same fuckin thing.
You wake up hating yourself and wishing you were dead, you start to think of Cutting, that always works.
But tonight Cutting doesn’t help, you are overwhelmed by a strong hatred for your life and a desperate need to kill yourself.
You remember the Plan
You dig around, it’s here somewhere, you wrote it yourself, you knew it would come in handy one of these days.
As you read your own hand writing you are drawn to a happier […]
its coming closer. every day i find myself pushing the boundaries of what i can live through. Every night i want to die; every night i wish i wont wake up tomorrow; i just want to take my sword and drive it through whats left of my heart. i dont care about pain. i dont care about anyone else. All anyone ever does is lie to me. Even the people i used to trust. Everyone else breaks their promises to me. why cant i break mine? i promised that i would keep my heart beating. Its time to break that promise.
You see the heart symbolizes so much in both our society and various veins of creative writing. The human heart symbolizes; life, love, emotional anguish, and even endurance (e.g. the durability of the human heart is notoriously difficult to burn/destroy completely).
So an individual that has gone through a lot of emotional and or romantic pain would naturally choose to injure their chest/heart area of the body in order to send a message to the people they left behind, perhaps only one person in particular. […]
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