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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.

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

I Am....I am the loud but hidden girl.
I wonder about the sheltered thoughts of others.
I hear the butterfly's wings flapping in crushes stomachs.
I see lies flicker behind smiling eyes.
I want to comfort the people in pain.
I am the loud but hidden girl.

I pretend to be the one altering lives.
I feel the pain others sense.
I touch the inner tears we hide.
I worry that individuals are in agony.
I cry for those who hide in a crowd.
I am the loud but hidden girl.

I understand not everyone can be blissful.
I say it is something the whole world should fight for.
I dream of a life full of smiles.
I admire those who strive to help these peop

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.

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.

Eventually.It takes a lot for me to get this far down. I adapt to bear a little more each time.

I can get up. Eventually.

But it's less and less high every time; the depth lingers.

It hangs on, each time a little bit more grabs hold. I can never fully get up.

One day, I'll not be able to get up at all.

Sometimes.Sometimes, I want to claw my heart out from within my chest, tear it apart and throw it in their faces.

I'd like to see how much they'd blame me, how much they'd punish me, how much they'd hate me, seeming me dead.

I'd absolutely love to witness it.

But of course, I wouldn't be able to.

Corpses can't see.

But I'd have died knowing.

And sometimes that's something that I'd like to do.

Holidays.I love holidays.

Every day I see my family.
I eat with my family.
It's just all of us together in one house.
We talk.
I can hear them talk about the T.V.
I see them looking at me.
I feel noticed.
My brother says stupid things only kids would think.
It gives me hours of thinking time.
I can contemplate my life.
It gives me a break from people in school.
I get a chance to just be.

They are the best times. I cherish every moment of them, and excitedly wait for the next one, wondering if I'll still be this happy next time.

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I hate holidays.

Every day I see my family.
I eat with my family.

Internal ConflictINTERNAL CONFLICT

I'M SO AFRAID
OF WHAT IT WILL SAY.
I WISH NOT TO OPEN
THIS THING,
THIS TERROR.
I WISH NOT TO SEE
ITs CONTENTS,
ITS MURDEROUS CONTENTS
WHAT IF I CAN'T HANDLE IT?
WHAT IF IT HURDLES ME
INTO A DEPRESSION
SO DEEP
I CAN NEVER GET OUT?
I WANT TO SEE IT SO BAD.
I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT'S IN IT.
I'M DYING TO KNOW WHAT'S IN IT.
BUT I JUST CAN'T LOOK.
I'M SO AFRAID.

A Comfortable VoidIt would be so easy to love him
but I have no desire to try.
I never stay for long
and I know exactly why.

One could say I am too independent-
overly so.
I am always keeping a distance.
It's for the best, trust me, I know.

I'm stubborn, determined
and set in my ways.
Overworked and exhausted
is how I end most days.

Yet, I am content with how my life is
and do not care to change it now.
It would be so easy to love him
but I wouldn't even know how....

It's Your Sick WorldYou're bold, you're stupid, the blame game is your friend.

Pointing fingers, shouting names,
none of them your own.

Swollen bellies, teenage bodies, where's the father,
why the bother?

Drugs replacing, mind is racing, colours facing, love escaping.

Designer brands determine friendships,
the popular ruining it all.

See the girl in the chair, dead in the centre,
judged, broken, offended, broken.

What do you do?

Judge, break, offend, BREAK!

Tear down the creative,
shatter the artistic.

This is your life,
walking a fake line.

Cherish it, or don't.
It's your sick world.

I Could Never Hate You

Bite my lip,
To stop the tears,
To stop the pain,
Breaking through the cracks.

Numbness fills,
My entire body.
Where am I?
How did I get here?

Last thing I remember,
Is whispering in your ear,
For only you to hear,
That I could never hate you.

Now I'm sat at home,
As cold as a frozen stone,
Can barely move,
I have no idea about what to do.

I'm waiting for the green dot to appear,
To see what you had to say about what you had just heard,
I don't know what to do,
What to say.

My family can't see it,
The fact that I am numb,
I wonder how long it will be,
Till I can figure out how to put the light back into my eyes.

It's l

HollowI'm hollowed to the marrow
Torn apart by this constant wind of emptiness,
My eyes seeking for the answer of a better tomorrow,
The malevolence of a disapearing bliss
Gripping the infinity of a starless night
Lost in a sphere of never ending torments
Riving the scale of an excrutating morosity.

Struggle and despair you carry
Euphoria and passion you exult,
While I can share nothing but a gap
Attached to a breeze
Falling into nothingness
Fatigued by the time flowing
Hollowed to the marrow

Meaning In Tragedy"Meaning In Tragedy"

The bells are ringing by the old broken-down church
The crowd starts to assemble as the casket is in suspension
Nestled above the bells is a nest where hidden crows perch
The crows start to tremble for even they can feel the tension
The flicker of my cigar burns out as I throw it on the pavement
Walking into the church aside a crowd so depressed
My cigar rolls onto a stone slab of another soul's engravement
The crows have flown away for they have left their nest
And the body in the casket the priest has just blessed
And one by one the guests offer their best blessings
Into an eternal slumber this body will n

SuicideSuicide, the word rings in my ear;

I get out a knife, and I don't show fear.

I write down such, a long pretty letter....

Knowing my life, can not get better....

I know if I stay, the pain wont go away

I lose more hope, every single day.

I sit in my room, tears in my eyes

Remembering all, those horrid lies.

I see my depression, is going to win.

I start to cut open, my broken skin.

Blood oozed from, my fragile wrist.

Soon, so soon, I wont exist.

I cut open the other, blood rushes out.

Yet I don't yell, and I don't shout....

Now comes, the biggest test,

Building the courage, to stab through my chest.

I hesitate a bit, my heart sc

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How to Hate Yourself

by *CorporateRockWhore, Sep 23, 2012, 11:15:13 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

If you need a reason to live,
Is your life worth living?
If you have nothing to give,
Don't expect people to keep on giving.

If you're smiles are lies,
Have you ever not been lying?
If this is your best try,
Why the hell are you even trying?

If your heart wants to sing,
Open your soul and start singing.
If a cut is but a sting,
Then let me soothe the stinging.

If every truth is a burn,
Then learn to cool the burning.
If you need to learn,
Trust yourself and just start learning.

If you want to leave,
I won't stop you from leaving;
Just don't say you believe,
Because without hope, what is believing?

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I'm not too sure if I like this or not. I just felt like it needed to be written, even if it does suck like a whore.

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~megalotty1998 Nov 27, 2012 Student General Artist

i gotta say you have a very good rhyme and rhythm to your poetry

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*CorporateRockWhore Nov 27, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Aw, thank you very much!

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~DecemberMidnight Oct 4, 2012 General Artist

Your poetry sucks.

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~RainDropsOnMyWindow Oct 29, 2012 Student Writer

Were you being serious? I couldn't tell. xD

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*CorporateRockWhore Oct 4, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I know.

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~EricDaneislovex3 Sep 23, 2012

Love this favoriting

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*CorporateRockWhore Sep 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks!

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~EricDaneislovex3 Sep 24, 2012

Your welcome

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~Karen-chanOVERDRIVE Sep 23, 2012

I like the last line.

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*CorporateRockWhore Sep 23, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you.

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