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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.

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

Things I'll Never SayThere are certain things I’ll never say,
Like how I thought about killing myself today
Just to keep my own scary thoughts away.
Like how I stay awake way too late
To be sure I don’t awake in a bloody state.
Like how I soaked white into red last night
And turned myself into a ghastly sight.
Like how it hurts too much to breathe
When I make my own skin seethe.
Like how I Google things I shouldn’t
When I want to do things I couldn’t.
Like how I’m scared of being alone
Yet I’m only happy when I’m on my own.
Like how I know I’ll wind up killing myself
And turn into just a dusty photo on a dusty sh

Venting in RedNow that I have the means
I know I could do it.
Because right now
I don't want to pull through it.

I don't have many friends,
And all things have ends.
A bloody blade will be mine,
Slicing me open one final time.

I only ever take,
I'll take my life
For everyone's sake;
My one selfless act.

I want to see silver,
Splattered with red.
I want to cease breathing;
I just want to be dead.

Life ItselfThe only time I smiled today
Was when I thought of dying
And how good I am at lying
Each and every single day.

I've got a box of painkillers
They sleep right by my bed
For when all I see is red,
They'll numb it into darkest white.

I've tried talking to people,
But I can't word what I want to say
And maybe I like living this way,
Knowing that I'll die soon.

I know I'm self-destructive
My crosshatch skin screams it
But inside there's a little bit
That still aches to be saved.

I've tried before and I'll try again
To put my worthlessness away
But fate forced me to stay;
Death's a bitch like that.

Life makes me want to die
Yet it won't let me

Cross My WristsCross my wrists and hope to die,
I will only ever lie
When you ask me if I’m fine
Or if I like this life of mine.

If I had a gun,
I’d put it to my head
And turn bouncy blonde,
Into ruby red.

You want me to stop cutting;
I’ll stop when I’m dead.
The last time I’ll cut
Will be the last thing I see
When I finally put an end to me.

Dying sounds good right now,
Just fading into black
And never coming back
To the agony living brings.

Perhaps you’ll find me hanging,
Or bleeding,
Or after OD’ing;
Someday soon you’ll find me,
Finally free.

It’s too late now,
I’m too far gone.
Now I&rsquo

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

Chained and ShamedNobody gets it.
I don’t want saving,
I don’t want ”friends”;
I just want all ends
To be met in red.

I hate how plain my skin is,
How it should be painted;
Scarlett.
I’m the addiction’s harlot,
I do as it must dictate
And when it tells me to seal my bloody fate;
I bloody well will.

I’m too full of blood,
I need to let some out.
But know this isn’t a shout
For help;
This is me coping
With how I’m hoping
Nobody’ll care when I go.

Cutting isn’t for attention;
It’s for a brief suspension
Of everything else.
It is mine and I’m its,
It doing as I want
And I its slave

Evil, Beautiful, FirefliesI'm covered in fireflies;
All up and down my legs.
They sleep in my skin
And hide my sin,
My precious red fireflies.

They ignite my body
And set it ablaze.
They turn all of my pain
Into a crimson haze,
My precious red fireflies.

They burn through flesh
In a criss-cross mesh
And spread their wings
All over me,
My precious red fireflies.

They hum silently,
Painfully,
Whispering away my shame.
They burn brightly,
Painfully,
Setting my blood aflame,
My precious red fireflies.

I hate them but they love me
But nobody can ever see
Because they refuse to leave.
Not that I want them to;
Because they care,
They understand
More than you ever could

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?

The Opposite of a ParadoxMisery makes me happy
Because it means I'm real
And pain makes me content
Because it makes me feel.

Sleep makes me tired
Because life's too short
And fun makes me bored
Because I know it's been bought.

Breaking makes me fixed
Because it makes me alive
And breathing makes me drown
Because life will deprive.

Lying makes me honest
Because it makes me me
And dying will make me live
Because then I will be free.

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by *CorporateRockWhore, Feb 13, 2013, 11:12:23 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I 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.