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We Are/You Aren'tWe are the unwanted, the broken
The ones you forgot about.
So don't be too surprised when we
Start to scream and shout.

We are the living, the dying
The ones you all put down.
But you'll know who we are when we
Run this goddamn town.

We are the corpses, the maggots
The ones you all despise.
But you'll be the ones scared when we
Expose all your lies.

We are the hunted, the lost
The ones you all spurn.
But you'll cry for our help when we
Leave you all to burn.

We are the losers, the winners
The ones that you deny.
But you'll be the ones damned when we
Hear the angels cry.

ThousandsI'm sixteen,
Doubt I'll see thirty
Hopefully my blade'll be dirty
Or something
And I'll die.

I don't want to die;
Just want it to stop,
Everything in my head
Telling me I'm better off dead.

I cut myself,
There.
I said it.
And you
Just read it.
I'm just some kid
Behind a screen,
So why should you care?

I'm not just 'some kid';
I'm thousands.
I'm the ones people laugh at,
Spit at,
Swear at,
Destroy.

I'm not a minority;
I'm a majority.
All those kids alone,
Bleeding,
Lying,
Hoping
That death will come.

See?
We're not hopeless.
We hope for
Death.

Please (Don't) Hate MeIf I told you a lie
But it made you smile
Would it still be a sin?
If I opened the door
But turned you away
Would you still come in?

If I sliced my skin
But it didn't hurt
Would it still be wrong?
If I acted all brave
But couldn't face it
Would I still be strong?

If I tied my noose
Around a tree's open arms
Would it be an embrace?
If I left tonight
And begged you stay
Would you still give chase?

If I committed sin
But hurt nobody
Would I be welcome above?
If I do something you hate
But only for your good
Could it still be true love?

Cut ItI’ve got so much to say
But not enough words to say it;
Perhaps I should scream it
Or cry it,
No;
I should cut it.

Blood speaks so much louder than words,
Blades cry so much sharper
Pain screams so much softer
And it’s the only way I know how to talk
Even if it makes it hard to walk
For days after.

I think I’m going to hell,
Well, that’s just swell
Because ever since I fell
Pain’s all I’ve known anyway.
It’s like a blanket,
Hiding all the hate from view,
The shield between me and the monster,
The monster that is me.

Ever heard of freedom?
Yeah, so have I,
But I don’t know what it is
Only tha

What You WantMaybe you want them to notice
Maybe you want them to see
Maybe you want them to care about
How you’re lost and lonely me.

Maybe you want them to ask
Maybe you want them to know
Maybe you want them to care about
How your happiness is a show.

Maybe you want them to quiet
Maybe you want them to listen
Maybe you want them to care about
How your blood does glisten.

Maybe you want them to leave you
Maybe you want them to die
Maybe you want them to care about
How your life’s just a lie.

living and LivingThis year, I am going to live.

That is my resolution; to simply be alive. For that is something that I have never truly been before. Sure, I’ve been breathing and functioning and doing everything that one would class as ‘living’ but I’ve never been alive. Not really.

But then again, have you?

I know what you’re thinking. Of course you have been alive; you’re sat here reading this right now so therefore you must be living. But, if that is indeed what you are thinking, then you have misunderstood my resolution. When I say that this year I am going to ‘live’, what I mean is that I am going to ma

UselessI'm a cutter
That's all I'll ever be
Once you've learnt that
Defining fact about me.

You'll call me mad
Assume that I'm sad
And that I want
Your help.

You'll check my arms
Only matters if you can see
But I can hide them
All over me.

You'll think I'm sick
Sick in the head
And that makes me feel
Like I want to be dead.

I don't do it
For attention
I don't do it
For a mention
I don't do it
To rebel.
I do it because of
The spell
That it's cast over me.

Carry OnI like sharp things;
The way they shine
The way they hurt
The way they leave a red line.

I like to bleed;
The way it's red
They way it hurts
The way it washes out what they said.

I like to live;
The way it's wrong
The way it hurts
The way it tells me that I am strong.

Red ScreamsSmiling at me, shiny silver teeth
Begging my wrist
For one chaste
Kiss.

Grinning at me, that evil smirk
Making my heart pound
Going berserk.

So sharp so
Good
I know I
Could
And really I
Would
Because I
Should.

Arm’s too full of blood
Of scars
From attempts to
Join the stars.

Photo album of
Ruby caresses
My diary of my
Crimson lament
Showing one
Statement;
I am still
Alive.

To BurnI want to set my skin on fire
With Death’s icy embrace.
I want to make my head stop
And my broken heart race.

I want to fade into black
Like fog over the sea.
I want to save them the bother
Of worrying about me.

I want to bleed myself white
Until I really am just a shell.
I want to miss out on heaven
Just to escape this cursed hell.

I want to see her face again
So I can tell her my regret.
I want her face to leave me
So that I can maybe forget.

I want my friends to be happy
But I stop that from being so.
I want to lose all control
And let the red blood flow.

I want to leave this place
And abandon all breath.
I want to do something

The Room Across the HallwayIt’s just the room across the hallway,
Piled high with junk
And faraway thoughts,
Empty isolation
And forgotten retorts.

It’s just the room across the hallway,
It used to be hers
But then she went away,
No matter how hard
I’d beg and pray.

It’s just the room across the hallway,
I refuse to go in
Because ghosts of the past
Remind me of how life
Can never last.

It’s just the room across the hallway,
Damp up the walls,
We don’t talk about her,
Because it hurts more
To remember.

I’d rather just forget
And lose all the happy thoughts,
As well as all the regret
Of that room across the hallway.

They say beauty is only skin deep,so hand over that defected scalpel in your bloodless hands
and watch carefully as I peel away this tainted skin
to make way for my blackened and corrupted
insides.
And everyone can finally see
the grotesque monster that lies deep within
this soiled excuse they seem to enjoy calling
a heart.

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
then why is it that I can't stand
gazing upon my reflection
every time I pass by a mirror?

Just One MoreIt's always just a little bit,
Just a little bit more
But deep down you know the score
Because there'll always be
Just one more.

Tell yourself whatever you want
Whatever you wanna hear
But deep down you'll always fear
That dangerous idea of
Just one more.

Lie to everyone 'til they see
'Til they see you for you
But deep down they'll never see through
'Cause there's that precious
Just one more.

Falling. Alone?When will the rain stop falling?
When will the reaper stop calling?
Did I do something wrong?
I must have
To suffer for this long.

It's not like I didn't try,
And it's not like you did
But I never got to ask why
I just ran and hid.

'Honesty is the best policy'
That's what they say
But I doubt they know truth at all,
Being who they are today.
If I could, I'd wish it away
But I can't
So I'm alone today;
Meant to die here this way.

Alone.

This is Me, BeggingIf I could play guitar
I’d write you a song.
If I could run that far
Then I’d run all night long.
But I’m no good at that
So you’ll have to settle for this.

What is this?

It's a plea
A beg
For you
From me
Please come home
I'm all alone
And nobody understands.

I don't want you to R.I.P.
I want you here with me
But I'm not God
And He hates me
So, for now,
I guess it's R.I.P.

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~WizardLoveMagic Apr 10, 2013 New member

amazing & true ! Thank you

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*CorporateRockWhore Apr 11, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

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~ValentineRevenge Feb 26, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

THIS! Sums up the way society deals with children exactly.

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~BittersweetWanderer Feb 8, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

So awesome, as always! I love it!

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SO RELATABLE AND STUFF

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you're just so great at this <3

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