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Pathetic Agony (May be Triggering)

Anonymous — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 21:22:43 +0000

My body is a canvas,
And I paint a tragic tale.
You are not my hero,
I am trapped in Hell.

A razor is my paintbrush,
and every artist needs a muse.
My only inspiration is
Every time I'm used.

I swear I know I need help,
But I don't want to stop.
They tell me it's a bad habit,
but I feel like it's not.

No, it hasn't killed me yet,
so who's to say it will?
It leaves me numb and bitter,
So I don't need your pills.

The blood is but a setback,
I think I'll be okay.
We both know you can't save me.
You never tried to anyway.

Oh, it's no big secret,
ask me, if you'd like.
I'll show you a scar or two,
And try to take some pride.

Every scar stands for,
another day that I survived.
Because at least, when I'm bleeding
I'm certain I'm alive.

Console me with your words,
Such pretty, perfect lies.
I don't need you next to me,
I'm telling you, I'm fine.

My razor is my best friend,
It know secrets I dare not speak.
And you are nothing to me,
Just another face on the street.

I could replace you in a second,
With someone else who wears a mask,
Because we all wear them,
We cover up our pasts.

I Fear

Anonymous — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 06:18:57 +0000

I Fear

that I'm afraid of feeling anything outside of what I've known for the past 3 years.

3 years of my life

I've kept friendships minimal
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Sit Down My Friend

wayfaringstranger — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 02:34:13 +0000

Sit Down My Friend

Sit down my friend, and talk with me.

I know you hurt inside.

You seem as though you’ve given up.

I see it in your eyes.

I see the pain. I see the fear

Please let me hold you close

I’ve seen your scars. I’ve seen your tears

But I promise there is hope

I’ve walked down that road before.

I’ve felt the pain you feel.

I know you feel there’s one way out.

But in time you will heal.

So sit my friend, and let us talk.

In me you can confide.

Although today things may seem bleak,

We’ll make it out the other side.

Battle Scars

The Darkness in Light — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 20:53:48 +0000

These scars,
These marks,
They are not just scars.
They are battle scars.
Proof of my fight,
Each and every night.
Proof of my internall hell.

Every night,
There is a fight.
One with blood, flames and fists.

Every night,
I lose.
Sucumb to the pain inside.
Then tomorrow these battle scars i shall hide.

Loved for the wrong reasons

LaurenGB — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 19:10:11 +0000

His number sits upon the chair,

How did you end up getting there?

Are you addressed to me inside,

or instead to the body I hide?
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Cordelia Rose

Bipolar13 — Sat, 28 Jan 2012 08:44:33 +0000

I once knew a girl named Cordelia Rose,

sweet, innocent and a cute button nose.

If you took one look, you would see.

She looked normal, just like you and me.

But if you looked harder you would have seen,

a trail of sadness from where she had been.

Her trail was crimson, it flowed like tears.

She tried to wash away her fears.

This crestfallen girl is no longer with us.

She took her own life, my pain still itches.

I'll always remember Cordelia Rose.

I sit by her grave and lay down a red rose.

truth in life

starlin-vander — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 22:06:13 +0000

truth in life were alone in time

wandering n romming among the blinded foke that walk by us

unknowing nor careing about the hollow soul's arond the path's they walk

we look at tho an wonder were alike or better then thos that are

blinded by a fake reality of a life

we care for other's unline are self's with a self-lothing lust we de-attach are self's

from the world n hide like the hidden light with-in us all

Wretchedness

Silent Darkness — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 16:17:34 +0000

agony of existence, neither dead nor alive
      overflowing with excruating pain
         tears creep down her cheeks
preoccupation with the irresistible razor
    salvation from the everlasting misery
           gentle caress of the razor
      flesh embraces the piercing blade
    blood swells from the ruptured flesh
flowing along the imperfections of the surface
       accumulating a crimson pool of life

under.

morgan. — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 05:25:45 +0000

in quiet,
undisturbed moments
like these
some darkness seems to fall
and brings me to my knees
how, darkness, did you come to find me?
in the presence of angels,
you still seem to drown
my logic and hope
and you bring me down
to the bottom of the sea
in blackness and white noise
you whisper so softly
sing so sweetly
and hypnotize so gracefully..
down here with you, darkness
forever you and me
no other soul
to see me out of my skin
except you-
who cares for such a raw me
a me
without any skin..
how inviting,
the sea.
that deep place
where you wait for me.

Those Hands (May be Triggering)

The Darkness in Light — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 18:52:14 +0000

Those hands,
Those things.
They hit me once,
They hit me twice.
Let me go get my bag of ice.

Those hands,
Those things,
They haunt my dreams,
They make me burst at the seams.

Those hands,
Those things,
They belong to my parent,
But he was no father,
more like an abuser.

Those hands,
Those things,
They now belong to me,
I am no sister, no wife, no mother,
I am the reflection of another.