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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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

Another Fallen OneThere was a lady on telly today,
Talking from a land far away;
Her kid had died,
Torn apart from the inside.

The kid had hung herself in the family bathroom.

The lady was crying,
You could hear her heart dying
And mine did too.

I could've been that kid,
What with all the things I did
And my family could've been her;
Left with nothing but despair.

I envy the kid
For doing what she did.
I thank the kid,
Making me think about what I nearly did.
I mourn the kid,
Gone because of what others did.

Don't ever think you wouldn't be missed,
Because there's always that person
Who'll miss you,
Praying you'll pull through
Until memories of your smil

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.

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

GlacialJanuary wolves stalk her shivering heart;
bitter ice-fangs sink into feverish skin.
Frost devours slowly, succinctly, shamelessly;
yet the howling tossed chains around her
paper-thin limbs and dragged her down.

Arctic icebound lips quivering,
silver eyelashes fluttering emptily,
alabaster fingertips reaching out;
frenzied yet frozen and fractured.

"Drowning," she whispers in a winter song,
and places her mouth upon snow-dusted fur.
"Blood freezing in these frostbitten veins."

And then the pack of aurorean wolves bolt away,
leaving her smiling in the blizzard of humanity.

Freedom.

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by *CorporateRockWhore, Feb 25, 2013, 12:31:53 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

I 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 right
And that something is death.

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~tylerp1991 3 days ago New member Hobbyist General Artist

ey cool poem

*CorporateRockWhore 3 days ago Hobbyist Writer

Thank you!

~tylerp1991 3 days ago New member Hobbyist General Artist

lol

~ithaswhatitisnt Mar 4, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

There aren't words to describe how well this fits my situation right now.

Well done.

*CorporateRockWhore Mar 5, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you.

~ithaswhatitisnt Mar 5, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

No problem!!

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*forbravery Feb 27, 2013 Student Writer

I love the lines "I want to fade into black/like fog over sea" because it reminds me a lot of Alzheimer's or just forgetting entirely, and fog is normally foreboding, but you call to it and want it to come to you. I also like as the part in the fourth verse where you represented the dichotomy of wanting to see her but also wanting to forget her.

*CorporateRockWhore Feb 28, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you very much; I love your interpretation of those lines!

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