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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?

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

SilenceWords never spoken,
Screams never heard.
Whimpers never noticed,
Tears never cured.

Scars carved by silence,
Forming words unspoken.
Forever I will be
Nearly broken.

I will never give in,
Though hanging by a thread.
I will never give up,
Though my life has been shred.

With words known,
But not ever spoken,
I will never be
Truly broken.

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

Enlisted"Enlisted"

I received a letter in the mail
Requesting my duties to assail
I took a breath and exhaled
It was time for life to turn a trail

I was fresh out of school
With not a clue what to do
Biting more than I could chew
I wanted to try something new

Before I knew it I enlisted
To fight others sick and twisted
To help others unassisted
With guns or hands tightly-fisted

Once at camp I shaved my head
Still holding thoughts of dread
That before I knew it I'd be dead
And the rose garden would be my bed

Watching faith as it flows
Into the path that I chose
There I went on my own
Roaming now into the vast unknown

Such a shame history repeats

It's EnoughI know I'm not good enough,
I know that life's got too tough
But here's something true;
I don't live to please you.

I know times are getting hard,
I know I'm no goddamn bard
But didn't you know that
The Earth is not flat?

I know that I'm not smart,
I know this isn't my part
But I don't care anymore
About every little flaw.

I know you don't get me,
I know I'll never be free
But at least I'm holding out
For something to smile about.

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

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For All of My Regretsby *CorporateRockWhore

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~ValentineRevenge Feb 3, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

This is painful to read just because it's so realistic. Good job on the writing though.

*CorporateRockWhore Feb 5, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you very much.

~ValentineRevenge Feb 14, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Quite welcome dear

~TerminallyAbashed Feb 1, 2013 Writer

Sorry about your mom. I feel the same way about my grandmother. I'm just glad I made it better in the end.

*CorporateRockWhore Feb 2, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

~Katie-Venerelli Feb 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

very relateable in many ways.

*CorporateRockWhore Feb 2, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you

~Katie-Venerelli Feb 2, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

^-^ <33

~Sayuri14 Feb 1, 2013 Student Writer

This is bittersweet, and makes me reflect on myself as well. The flow in the poem is quite good

*CorporateRockWhore Feb 2, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

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