Harm
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Do you ever just want to be dead?
... I do.
Often.
But, I don't want it to be my fault.
I see how much it would hurt them now.
If the lined pages
Were a prison
Then the words
Were the prisoners
Whose sentences
We humans, we stand united.
We humans, we stand so strong.
But some rights we are denied and
We're told we do not belong.
You broke my trust
Now you've lost me
I won't come back
I won't call
I tried
And you lost me
We won't talk
We won't be friends
You won't be anything to me
You lost me
Seek and listen for that silent sound of surety, in the stillness of peace succumbs your confidence. Time will surge the hardships from its hands, but patience brings triumphs, if you stand against the strikes.
Open.
I see my window and the light shining through, I smell the toast in the kitchen,
I feel the sheets on my bed, I taste the damp air,
I hear the singing birds.
You hurt me again
It’s written on your skin
Circling around your wrist
As well as your arms and hips
The scars on your skin
Would you stop if I paint my name over them?
I prefer permanent pen
You can't hurt me like you used to
Its been six years you should be through
You taint my name
Spread your distortion
All in consequence to your shame
And obsessive discomposure
Smokey room filled with chills,
Empty bottles, and pills.
Today's fears are tomorrows tears.
She feels Euronymous creep in,
As he shatters every seam.
Today she is seen but tomorrow dreamed.
Life Taken By the Gun
By: Miracle Strong
The rain began to pour
As I walked across the shore
His arms bleeding leading to his destination
We cannot even describe the way
We look at you every single day.
You, the tormentors, the ignorant, the sinners,
Yet also the popular, the loved, and the winners.
Gazing out,
Into the deep rolling waves.
As they roll and roll,
Ever turning.
On and on.
He arrives at his living hell,School.Tortured and taunted by bullies,Like buzzards skipping and flapping around.One bully, the Dark One’s true name.The rotten bastard and his posse,
The fire was crackling,
burning my eyes with fear,
I'm engulfed in the heat and my heart speeds as fast as the bullet that was shot
into my mother's chest when she went to war.
I shake, and I shiver.
They're starting to see past the glitz and the glimmer.
It's getting harder to smile and laugh
When I want to scream and die. How can I deal with that?
EMERGENCY (EYES)
9-21-14, 10:41AM
9-21-14, 1:56PM
She's so down and out, she feels like she's in Hell
And she can tell you the day she finally fell
Made of steel, built out of sweet blood, and salty tears
Creating the barrier of a lifetime, to guard all your fears
The clouds have veins,
at the end of the day, when the sun kisses the edges,
and the purple spreads along the blue, dancing on the white
I want someone to listen to me. Listen to my story and tell me when I’m done “That’s some deep shit you waded through.” And then say nothing.
Why is the world filled with so much hate?
Everyday it's something different.
- some teenager's getting raped
- drugs
- alcohol
- gangs
Depression is a widow's veil.
A black, looming object..light and wispy, blowing with every change of the wind.
It's flowery design serves to hide the pain and agony that lies beneath.
I am from the midnight sunset
dreamt on by angels
From a cut in half oak tree
residing on a corner
I am from the machine made earthquake
that rocks the beds
and frightens the children
When you see my half smile and bright eyes from a flattering upward , slightly to the left, angle...what you cannot see is more important. The pain my heart and hurt in my veins do not flush to my cheeks or surface on my skin.
And tonight will be the night remembered as the time I let me get the best of me, I let my memory replay every little word you should have said. I let my passed creep back into me, the shadow of depression consumed me.
If I could change something
I'd change the way you look at the world.
I'd turn the scars on your arms into butterlies and kiss marks.
i'd make you smile every night before you wen to bed.
the faggot in the reflection of my space helmet visor is my only friend.
with shaggy shorn hair and big eyes and a hollow cheek bone that holds in my silent tongue.
i have etched lessons in my skin, leaving silver lines
You start from who you are;
Sweet, innocent, and caring. people ask and you say you're ok but no one knows how you're truly faring.
Imagine what it would feel like:
Over, done, sinking, falling.
Imagine what it would sound like:
Have you ever wanted to sit with a razor blade,
And write a bloody symphony on your arm?
Have you ever felt your trembling heart be swayed,
And knew it was a sign of the looming swarm?
Gripping the razor
She admires its silver tone
Exposing her wrist
She examines her canvas
She glides the razor
Ever so gently
Feeling the painful hole in her chest go away
She always looked for a silver lining
But never thought it would be a silver razor
One side dull
The other thin, sharp
Admiring it reflecting the single light in her room
Gripping it in one hand
From a distance much to great,
He silently seals his fate.
With a rush of the tide,
He loses the feelings he tried to hide.
His head spins,
Black and Blue
Do you ever get a clue?
Black and red
do you know how much i bled?
black and green
You were always too keen
Black and yellow
Afterwords, you were always so mellow.
Words are unspoken,
Things are not said,
But everything she feels is stuck in her head.
The sighs of a hurting, broken heart
Her feelings inside tear her apart.
Words that whisper,
I Fight,
I Fight For The Light.
I Fight For Those Sitting Their Room,
Crying At Night, Holding That Knife,
And Wishing They Died.
I Fight For The Ones Who Lost Hope,
Broken bottles
lining the window seels
where pictures should be
where crosses should be
liquor soaking in the walls
yet not absorbing the blows
virbration from the seel decore
Is it truly fun?
To see them writhe in pain
Your an awfully sick bastard
What have you to gain?
If i hurt you as you did to them
Would you still be smiling
And decide that it's okay
Three am and I'm in that park.
The trees rustle in the breeze
I'm here to meet a man
Not a sleeze.
Little do I know he's a human shark.
That's the hardest part.
He meets me halfway
look at yourself
look at your thighs
do you really believe
people would care if you died
your eyes are to small
and your stomach too round
feel the adreniline pumping?
Full of stress, full of fear.Working so hard, full of determination.A need to express, to make it clear.Eternally scarred, by the implication.Of failed success, so severe.
Staring at walls, out of mind
Dark despair calls, like no other kind
Shadows swirling, thoughts racing
Emotions twirling, no point in chasing
I had a bestfriendHer name was MiaShe gave me tips to ease the painHeld back my hair as I threw up my sinsTaught me how to gag quietlyTold me to never eat hot things
I don't think they realize
how staring at these walls
through blooshot eyes,
can slowly kill you.
You take so much in society
that it slowly eats away at your soul.
You begin to feel uncomfortabl
We started out on cloud ninewe never imagined being apartwe were forever, we were together.We had it all planned out, right down to the day we said I Do.But then the hate startedthe stress
The same thoughts are on repeat every single day.
Should I end it now?
Should I wait for nature to take its course?
It'll be easier?
I'll be committing a sin.
Life isn't supposed to easy.
Pain is temporary but welcome it's relief where hurt once stood its a cold blade and a restless night a breeze that blows just a shy to cold pain is me mum doing nothing as I'm used pain is me dad turning me into his whore pain is me friends leav
You’re feeling insecure
Don’t know what for
You have everything
That others dream for
You are beautiful, strong, and pure
Fond memories, led astray
No glimpse of hope, such disarray
Scornful judgment brings out a beast, so tame
Blinded by its fear, naught bravery remain
Tearing at the wounds that reject
War.War within myself,War surrounds me.Inside I'm freedom,but self-made bonds are magnetizing me.
In the valley of the Shadow of Death,
There’s no place to hide, no place to rest.
The demons there, haunting your every step.
Choking you ‘till you have no breath.
The light at the end of the tunnel
When your pain is tangible
You can reach out and touch it.
It’s everywhere, consuming you.
You don’t even realize how lon_____g
it’s been eating away at your insides, until
they finally cave in and c
Nights of terror seem to pass
And days of sorrow fade.
In every moment that I laugh
I slowly crawl out of the shade.
Bits and pieces start to form
But some parts are still gone.
Hey you…
Yeah, you.
The girl with all the scars and stories to tell.
The boy who sits alone in the corner,
The child with a black eye from “falling down the stairs”,
I’m here for you,
Now and forever.
First it started with a snicker
Then there was a whisper
Now there is just my wimper
I feel so alone
With these scars on my heart
And the scars on my arms
They remind me of you
I do not have nine lives
My wounds take time to heal
They hurt and I have no pain medicine
When I am abused, how do you think I feel?
I do not shed human tears
But I do make noise from the pain
Sometimes, I strike it low.
I hit rock bottom.
I fall.
And I'll lay there for a minute,
shocked by cold concrete.
Bare.
Skull-shattering.
There's a reason I'm here.
I told him...
"Pretty girls don't have scars,"
And I cried.
With a finger under my chin,
He made me look into his eyes.
He told me that's what makes me beautiful
And kissed every tear
Instread of building a bridge,
I built a wall to Cry behind.
Instead of building a bridge,
I built a wall to Administrate the pain.
Instead of building a bridge,
Depression… I’m nauseous.
Obsession… Over cautious.
Learned my lesson… I’ve got this.
Left with less and got the obvious.
A fracture… it’s painful.
Your stature reveals a vain full…
Of poison.
Blood is beautiful
Going drip, drip, drip,
As I watch it go down
My leg from my hip.
It splatters on the floor
It makes no sound,
Small little droplets
Falling endlessly to the ground.
See the red, feel the pain
Your tearing inside and cry like rain
Laying alone you think a bit
The thought of love and never having it
You invision yourself in his arms
Did you harm me in any kind of way? Do you have a guilty conscious of you doing me harm? Did I sense you did? Hope that you didn't and hope I didnt catch on... If I do sense so, the delirious state of mind causes retaliational thinking.
Many wonder why
Self-Inflicted
Inhibiting
"sigh"I just
couldn't deal with it all
internal pain- in my weeping mind
I couldn't take
couldn't cry
so I broke a mirror
Sometimes,
you open your heart, just so it can be broken,
Sometimes,
you cry for it to be healed.
Somerimes,
you fight not knowing that
Sometimes,
this helps you change
Sometimes,
The fight never ends for me.
My life, also known as the never-ending battle.
Murder. Murder my fear.
Kill. Kill the hate I feel.
The day will come when my enemy
takes my loved ones away from me.
Day in and Day out
Its the same fight
With you and with myself
The tears flood my eyes
The sharp metal in my grasp
Day in and Day out
Its the same fight
With you and with myself
The tears flood my eyes
The sharp metal in my grasp
Red hot fire burns within.
A dark smoky haze surrounds me,
I choke on the hazy aura of depression.
My mind fogs over
I lose myself in the all consuming darkness
I might break. I already have.
The beep,
The ping,
Spikes the fear.
What will it be now?
What will it bring?
She reaches,
She reads,
Her eyes begin to sting.
Her cheeks are wetted as her blood boils,
So as we walk and listen upon thy word,
people cry as they look up into the sky,
feathers falls towards us from the birds,
within ourselves we begin to cry,
I knew a girl that never wore shorts or short sleeved shirts,
she never wore shorts or short sleeved shirts.
I mean it’s something that no one really thinks twice about
or even once about her.
It burns in the back of my mind,
day and night the burning goes,
bursting to be untethered,
lust, fear, sorrow and pride,
its all here,
in the back of my mind,
but if I were to unleash these inner demons,
