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Cut cut cutCut cut cut
She adds another one,
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A few more on her thighs
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A dozen on her wrists
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New ones on her neck
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She is losing blood
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Alone and bleeding
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Lying in the bathroom
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She feels dizzy
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She has lost her mind
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She lies on the floor
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She is now dead.
She wants you deadShe wants you dead
She wants us dead
Watch her eyes
And the smile
The smile is fake
The eyes full of rage
She wants blood
She wants yours
Watch out for the knife
The one she holds
In her hand
She wants your heart
She wants it broken
Watch out for her lips
Mumbling curses and lies
She wants your lungs
She wants your breathe
Watch out for her hands
She can strangle you
She wants you under water
She wants you to drown
Watch out for her heart
It is as dark as her mind
She wants you dead
And she won't stop
Until you are buried
Six feet under.
She saysTake a knife she says
Stab yourself she says
You don't do that
You smile sickly at her
She laughs and grins
You frown and watch
She grabs the knife
And thrusts it in
She bleeds watching
What you would do
You watch and fall
She held you up
She was your only
Flower in your garden
She's dying slowly
And she wants you
To let her go
But you pick her up
You fix her wounds
You bring her back to life
But she is dead
She is cold
Her heart doesn't beat
Like it used to
She smiles but
It doesn't reach her eyes
You can tell she lies
You can tell that she is troubled
So you bring her closer
To your heart in
Hope to warm her heart
It does she eats yours away
Soon you are cold and frozen
She needed to live
She needed love
So you gave her yours
Now you aren't beating
You can feel her struggling
Now you are in the same boat
And you both smile
You both live to love.
Her and himShe cuts her knee,
She cuts her leg,
Soon she is,
Cutting her wrists,
Slicing her thighs,
Showing un shown
Cuts that lead to,
Breaking her heart,
And onto one,
A boy the same,
Notices her lies,
Her fake smile and
Her invisible cuts,
He picks her up,
When she falls,
He makes her smile,
And so does she,
Someone noticed her,
Someone noticed him,
Now they are living,
A life together forever.
This girlShe sleeps,
For this girl,
No one frowns,
They all smile.
She has past.
She cuts becauseShe doesn't cut because she is in pain.
She cuts because she wants to kill.
She cuts because she doesn't want to hurt anyone.
She cuts because she sees her friends blood on her hands.
She cuts because she sees the world blessed in blood.
She cuts because she is too afraid to murder.
She cuts because she fantasises about killing you.
She cuts because she hates her friends and family.
She cuts because she is dead on the inside,
She cuts because her heart has stopped in her chest.
She cuts because the world is destroying her.
She cuts because she can't be who she is,
A murderer a killer, a psychopath.
EveryEvery night she cries herself to sleep,
Every day she lies with a smile,
Every time she is asked 'are you okay?'
She lies and says 'I'm fine.'
Every night she adds a few more cuts,
Everyday she lives wearing a smile,
All the time she is slowly dying,
She is killing herself to,
Stop everyone else hurting her.
SheA fake smile on her lips,
Several cuts on her wrists,
Reel tears leak behind her walls,
A few more cuts on her thighs,
A single word said to her friends,
And they forget her for another day,
She hides in her room away from you,
She brings the razor to her skin,
And cuts a cut deeper than the others,
She grabs a knife and stabs her stomach,
Her life bleeds like her blood,
She ties a rope and hangs her head,
She takes 20 pills waiting for dizziness,
She is killing herself slowly but eventually,
She is drowning but no one saw her,
No one heard her screams, her pleas,
No one saw her die she vanished,
And no one missed her,
No one realised that she disappeared,
She is a ghost but ts time,
Her heart has stopped,
And she will never smile or laugh again,
She is falling and no one catches her,
She is dead and no one cries.
The truth about meThe cuts on my wrist,
The cuts on my thighs,
Are only a tiny part,
Of the scars imprinted,
On my heart, mind and soul,
I hide them beneath,
A smile, a simple,
'Im fine' and a hug,
I hide the scars under,
Long sleeves, jeans and tights,
So you couldn't tell me,
'You need help see someone',
I keep them hidden so I,
Could continue my jokes,
Without you thinking,
They are real,
I hide beneath a mask,
To keep them from
Knowing the truth,
The truth about me.
You're worth so much moreShe was the type
to cut her wrists,
and then swallow the
because looking at what
was even harder
but I want to tell her
to let the emotions
p i l
out of her mouth,
instead of her
and that I'll gladly
let the words slice me,
if it means
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
A note for people who need a kind wordJust a note,
For anyone who has felt,
Like they have been broken.
Just like an old toy.
Thrown and tossed around like a rag doll.
To anyone who feels,
They re tearing at their seams.
And they re losing all control.
A note to the little girl,
And waited for her mother.
Or her father.
To come back home,
To keep her safe,
While she cried.
Or to at least of said goodbye.
And wishes they d come back and tell her,
A note to the lonely boy.
So quiet and reserved.
Who sits and takes their cruel words.
Thinking it s what he deserved.
To be thrown into lockers,
And thinking he can find something better,
With the company of a razor,
Rather than a human.
Because humans have caused him more hurt,
Than the blades that pierce his skin.
A note to the beautiful girls.
Who walk for miles,
Until they have blisters on their feet.
Because they will not accept the defeat,
Of having to see numbers,
That tell them they are not worthy.
They are not pretty.
And they should not be living.
If they c
You're beautifulPlease eat.
Are you listening to me?
If you are,
I want to tell you.
You re beautiful.
It doesn't matter what you weigh,
you shouldn't feel guilty about what you ate.
It doesn't matter,
I promise you things will get better.
Listen to my words,
Hold my hand.
Don't worry about the rest of the world,
It's okay if they don't understand,
How it feels like,
To feel fat,
To feel ugly,
To feel worthless.
You are none of those things.
It s okay to be chubby,
It s okay to be skinny.
Because you have a big heart.
And your smile,
Is like a priceless work of art.
And I don't want to see you destroy,
Because you're more than just a broken toy.
And to everyone else,
So for once let yourself be,
Accept your reflection.
Because you are the definition of perfection.
So don't worry,
Don't be sorry,
To be who you are.
Because you re,
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
What is Hope?Hope is something we have as children,
It helps us thrive and try our hardest.
Hope is what we express in the worst of times
When all hope seems lost.
Hope is what people possess in life
To work toward our dreams.
Hope is a lie
That's not worth our time.
AnxietyAnxiety tapping on my door,
"Can I come inside your head?"
I shiver, not ready for its visit.
It charges in, smelling of worry.
Spends a morning, afternoon and night,
playing with my emotions.
A marionette dancing its old tune on rough strings.
Leaves me winded and praying to beat it the next time.
I Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger TogetherI Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger Together
if i’m being completely honest,
i can’t say i know what you’re goin’ through.
and if i’m being frank,
i’m sort of afraid to write this
because i’ve always been unsure
if i love too much but it’s my nature
and i’d rather lose by trying too hard
than to do so without doing enough.
i hope you’re asleep now
and i hope you don’t read this
till the morning and i hope by then
things will be a little lighter
but i’m hoping against hope
because if you don’t know,
i feel when things are off.
call it intuition, call it a feelin’,
say i just know it.
my friend, my door is always open
even when you’re feeling closed
off to the world and right there,
i can understand that feeling well,
because i still feel we relate to one another
better than most brothers understand their sisters.
know i look at you as a sibling
and i believe we know when the other
I miss youYou are a ghost in my head
Living, yet you haunt my thoughts today
To speak your name
Would be to desecrate this space
Where you are, I should not care to know
But you are a never-healing wound
An unfulfilled promise
A chance to do no wrong
My memories burn with your taste, your touch, your smell
Who have I become?
Too long have the years been to me
To find myself wishing for the crossroads
For the chance to say no, one more time.
The line between good and evilA mask is what I wear everyday,
The scars of my body are unseen to the world,
While I look cheery and happy on the outside,
Inside is a forever starting war,
The good and evil always fight,
They doth care what they do to my mind,
They poison my mind,
Scar my body,
Lose my faith in my beliefs,
I can't go on,
I want to let go,
Let the pain go away,
The one that no one knows about,
It would be so much easier to leave,
Then the battlefield will fade to red,
I did try to keep myself from drowning,
But it doesn't help that I'm being pulled under by my insanity.
I do try to hold on to that little sanity I have left,
But I'm lost, I don't know who I am anymore,
I'm losing a battle I never started,
I've been fighting for so long,
I don't know what happiness is anymore,
I don't believe in love, so others cannot feel my burden,
I want to be free and the only way to do that,
Is to fall deep into darkness,
And that I have done,
And now I'm all alone,
By myself in the dark,
Know I feel like I can't
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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