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I can see the horizon,
silver not gold,
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Thunder crashes, mam cries,
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Let me see you Self-destruct
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She covers the scars on her arms up so well, hiding the evidence of her own private hell.
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She covers the scars on her arms up so well, hiding the evidence of her own private hell.
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I can't keep going on like this I know that someday will be bliss
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A poem about how I feel about life. By someone who self-harms and has mental illnesses
by bloodstainedtears4
24 lines, 6 comments,
on Dec 14 9:02 AM 2008. In Abuse, Pain, Personal, Sad, Dark, Thoughts, Life, Hurt, Self-harm
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me and that razor yeah, we're a thing
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we talked for hours that night our similarities astonishing
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No one will help
me undress these
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Slowly dragging the blade across my skin
smiles when I see the blood
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i don't remember how i thought of it, but i remember how i felt. the guilt was empowering over my soul. it was my fault your life turned o
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the lobby at the center-i hear the same talk
every week, every month, for two years
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when i am low
i seem real slow
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blackness taking over the light,
i try to stop it with all my might,
blackness sucking up my past,
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The red drops fall one by one in the sink...
Silver glinting off the blade of the razor, my friend.
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It hurts to cut
but not cutting hurts much more
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My hand's asleep
the tinglyness like
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Shiny silver blades
all lined up
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Everything has frozen in time; I don't care
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She sits on the floor
little girl all dressed in blue
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Why, do i try so hard
by beautiful.obsession
55 lines, 4 comments,
on Nov 2 7:18 PM 2008. In Dark, Life, Pain, Personal, Sad, Thoughts, Emo, Cutting, Self-Harm
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Surrounded by darkness drowning in pain
by beautiful.obsession
33 lines, 5 comments,
on Oct 28 7:07 PM 2008. In Dark, Life, Pain, Personal, Sad, Thoughts, Emo, Self-Harm, Cutting
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Sitting on the bathroom floor With my back against the door
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You think you grow You think you change
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Sitting here at our place.
Our rock.
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I knew it.
I knew it wouldn't last.
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no one cares but you
and the people who hold you down
and the family that pays the people who hold you down
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a book with lots of sex games to play
stay on your knees and you'll be okay
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one, two, three and four
tell me not to move and close the door
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you walked up to me one night with red gashes all under your arms
I took you to the doctor's and they said wait here
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by luckysunday
43 lines, 2 comments,
on Jul 9 2:18 PM 2008. In adult, abuse, rape, sex, self-harm, cutting, self-mutilation, depression, anxiety
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Im sorry but i had to do it
I had to make the pain go away
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see her face
feel her pain
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I hurt myself again
not for you
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Do you want them to cry for you?
Die inside for you?
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