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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
LifelineI hate how I look;
The cuts,
The fat,
The bags beneath my eyes.
I hate who I am;
The hurt,
The angst
The endless torrent of lies.

Sometimes I do things I know I shouldn't
And I don't do things I know I should,
Only that I could and would,
So do
Because that's how people work.

Everyone has motives
And nobody is selfless
Only helpless
In this world that doesn't want
To understand.

Everyone's gonna die
And I'm not gonna lie;
Sometimes that thought is the only thing
That gets me through the day.

I miss my old razor blade;
Scissors don't go deep enough
This red isn't my favorite shade;
I like it purer,
More heartfelt
Then I could be surer
Th
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
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.
What You KnowSometimes the disinfectant hurts more than the infection,
Sometimes the pain is better than the protection.

Sometimes the tears sting more than the smile,
Sometimes the yard tires more than the mile.

Sometimes the blood shines brighter than the blade,
Sometimes the heart is blacker than the spade.

Sometimes the kiss is sharper than the slap,
Sometimes the lure is worth the trap.

Sometimes the night is lighter than the day,
Sometimes the beast is weaker than the prey.

Sometimes the cut hurts less than the sob,
Sometimes the break is harder than the job.

Sometimes the lie is prettier than the truth,
Sometimes the alibi is better than the
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
Why Do You Do This?Why do you do all of this
You stain your wrists
You cry all the damn time
You slip when you try to climb

You're in all this pain
Putting that blade to a vein
You dig it in, but not too deep
For now, that price is too steep

But will the day eventually come
A day when you are so very numb
That the price isn't too high
And you give up the will to try

God forbid that day should arrive
I want you to be happy and alive
Yet I freak out when you aren't there
Don't make me feel loss and despair
I Survived SuicideTalking to him on the phone I heard him cry
A silent tear slips down my cheek
I can't feel this for him... no matter how much I love him
Why am I doing this???

I take the knife and slice up my wrists
A call comes in
I reach for the phone
One last word with the man I love.

He begs me to stop
He says he'll never leave
He reminds me of the good times
And what we could be
The kids we'll have
The life we'll leave

I struggle to stand
And stop the blood
I let out a cry as the pain sears through me
As I fight for conciousness
As I fight for life

Now four months later
I look at the scars
The darkest ones the run up my arms
He lie
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.
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
Snow White SyndromeI seem to have forgotten the sound of my own heartbeat
Splitting apart my limbs I've found the source of my insanity
Coiled around veins and arteries
Star dust and a lazy man’s drug
Has put me to sleep under fictitious pretenses
Of forbidden apples and two faced prince charming’s
Train to NowhereI'm on a train,
going nowhere,
Can't see through the rain,
I try not to care.

It's moving too fast,
but how do i slow?
Am I running from my past,
or just eager to go?

I know I should stop,
try to get a grip,
but this train is on lock,
and my sanity begins to slip.

Would it be so bad to ride,
to let this train go on?
We all know that I lied,
that I'm too far gone.

I can never be me,
no matter how I try.
Can't you see?
This has all been a lie.

So I'll sit and relax,
let the train run.
Maybe the train will crash.
Wouldn't that be fun?
My smileMy smile was once so easy,
a thing of joy and pride,
but over these years of darkness,
the ease has slowly died.

I find it's no longer truth,
but simply a lying mask.
It hides away the misery,
the hauntings of my past.

I refuse to look at pictures.
I see what others ignore.
The uneasiness of my smile.
How it has turned into a chore.

Will I ever truly smile,
with joy, pride, and truth,
or will I never know a smile?
Will it die with the rest of my youth?

Please, i wish to laugh,
to smile without a care,
but I'm not good enough for this,
and I guess that is fair.
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
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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I'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.
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Literally wrote it as it came to me, so I know it sucks. Just felt like I needed to get it out.
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~squareofpie 3 days ago  New member
You say things I cannot find the words for. And I can relate very much to this. This is clever and absolutely beautifully written.
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~salmander1987 Apr 11, 2013
*hugs* this is incredible it is well written and true which makes it even better imo
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*CorporateRockWhore Apr 12, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:hug: Thanks! :D
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~NinjAPixiEX3 Mar 22, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
And all these people behind the screen gotchu. <3
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*CorporateRockWhore Mar 24, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
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Mood: Shame ~surfworldMajor Mar 17, 2013  New member Hobbyist Traditional Artist
This is very true and the best ideas come and go just like that life is hard but keep living and it might get better
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*CorporateRockWhore Mar 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks :)
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~lollimewirepirate Mar 7, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
I think you are important to God, because He created you to be you, don't be sad...I think you are a great poet and you didn't even know it!
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*CorporateRockWhore Mar 9, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Aw, thank you very much! :hug:
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~ValentineRevenge Mar 7, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
You will see 30, even if I have to keep you in a little jar until then to make sure you make it. Don't hope for death, because then you can't continue to experience anything that makes you happy in life. For one, I don't want to see you croak, and I know there's quite a few others out here who want you to live to see 30. <3
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