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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.

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?

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

MessEverywhere I go
Every single place
The troubles seem to grow
Every smiling face
Eventually frowns with woe

Why can't I do
Anything right
I just screw
Up everything despite
The happiness I try to spew

Is it me
Am I the source of this ache
Does the pain flow free
Is this what I make
People be?

Should I go away and hide
Never to see others
Or the outside
But would I stop another's
Pain and be the only one that ever cried

What is a life with no grey
When everyone is sad
I'd give it all away
It wouldn't be that bad
I would finally be able to say

I saved a life

Name MeDon't call me childish,
When you treat me like a child.
Don't call me crazy,
When you drive me wild.

Don't ask me for help,
When you've left me to drown.
Don't ask me to smile,
When you've made me frown.

Don't make me fight,
When you can't defend.
Don't make me be honest,
When you can't pretend.

Don't tell me to dream,
When you're my nightmare.
Don't damn me to hell,
When you're my only prayer.

Do save yourself;
It's too late for me.
Do ignore the rules;
For me, set yourself free.

No wander about it, just lust.You were a mid-morning train wreck,
the embodiment of poetry.

& my clavicles whispered too many nothings
about your summer storm hands,
folding like paper cranes
to make wishes upon themselves.

wishes are for the weak-
stand up,
do something about this quaking heart
& freezing fingers.

Anything.

I think I found God then,
lurking behind wanderlust eyes.

Falling for a ReasonGive me a reason to fall in love,
Because I know it will be a lie
About reaching the sky
Or about learning to fly
Please;
It's called falling for a reason.
I don't want to fall in love,
Because I know it'll kill me
When I get to see
Who you can be.
Look;
It's called falling for a reason.
Why do people fall in love,
When they know it's pain
Heartbroken again
Just endless rain
Because
It's called falling for a reason.
Save me,
From this
This Black abyss
They call 'love'.
Help me
To land
Because falling
Really hurts.
I could fall for you
And all that you do,
Just give me a why
And then I'll fly
Straight into your arms.
I think I might fall in love,
It's just too slick
And we just click
So catch me quick.
I know;
It's called falling for a reason,
You could be my reason.

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Red Screams

by *CorporateRockWhore, Jan 8, 2013, 12:10:15 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Smiling 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.

Red Screamsby *CorporateRockWhore

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

This is kinda different from my normal style of poetry, so sorry if it sucks.

Please let me know what you think.

~BittersweetWanderer Jan 9, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

That is amazing. I, of course, know this very poem has meaning to you, and I love it!

*CorporateRockWhore Jan 9, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you very much; I'm soooo glad you like it!

~BittersweetWanderer Jan 9, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

You're welcome! Happiness is my duty!

~ValentineRevenge Jan 8, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

This speaks just too true to me. In a good way though, as in the 'It's touching to the point that why are you touching me in that way, that's too personal for comfort'