so, after the day it’s been, I’m feeling agitated, irritated, and wound tight. Â I could snap like a stretched out slinky at any moment. Â The urge to cut is very heightened when I’m like this. Â The need for some type of release. Â I should do something physical, but what I’d rather do is check out for a bit, if only my mind would quiet down a bit. Â sigh….
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i’m a boy and i also cut but this poem is for every girl who cut . . im here to love you
by summer_guy
written by summer_guy
You look into your drawer
to find your thing
which can hide your pain
give you relief
But
i want you to know
before you pick up your razor
i love you
and this love is much easier
I will pick you up
when you feel like falling
i will hold you tight
when your razor is calling
i will kiss your eyes
when you tearing apart
i will give you everything
and all the love you want
I will sit with you
share your pain
i will love you everyday
this love will never end
when you will be alone
with your razor and knives
i ll come and say
baby you don’t need this
come with me
i will show you what i believe in
I will take you on […]
Don’t hold you’re breath, I’ve already taken enough of it. I can’t hold on much longer the ropes are killing my hands. I’ve already held on tight enough and I can feel the end. When will it ever be enough. I tried to be that princess, that bad girl, the girl you want. None of it ever worked out so why sit here and torture myself , pretending to be everything you want. Well here it is, the last bottle, the last chance it’s done. I’m done. Goodbye, it’ll never be enough
She talks to angels, they call her out by her name.
She paints her eyes as black as night
She pulls those shades down tight
There’s a smile when the pain comes.
The pain gonna make everything alright.
She Talks to Angels they all call her by her name……..
I sat calmly next to my best friend, she wrote a long note, we talked, she cried, then was free. 12 Gauge Shot gun, duct taped barrel to bite down in her mouth on rifle pushed agianst the wall, back to side of the bed. I held her tight as she pulled the trigger. Next up…
I ask if some of you can take a minute to read something of mine. Its not special. I used to love writing. Poetry and the art of literature was my passion. Unfortunately like most of me.. it has died. I wrote something for the first time in many years tonight.. As I keep myself from wishing I could end my life.
Ugh.. fuck! I’ve always hated my birthday.
You used to be there. Holding me tight; you made me whole.
You were my love, my heart, and everything in between. Until you peered into my soul.
I asked you to stay. You told me no.
Why did I have […]
as the blackness blankets this side of the world
fear creeps into my mind
my nightlight dosent protect me
from the monster in my head
he only comes at night
when everyone is asleep
to feed his guilty pleasure
he creeps upon me
i feel him at the end of my bed
coming from underneath
i know not to scream
or ill find a pillow taking my last breath
i pretend to be asleep
 close my eyes as tight as i could
soon it would be over
and […]