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Your skin is like a magnet
You are bound to get scars
Whether they are on purpose
Or by accident
When it is on purpose
When we tell you we are suicidal, it can be a cry for help,
But that’s not a sign of weakness,
This is not a sign of weakness.
This is saying we’re fighting,
my cuts remind me of my life,
tender, painful, bloody, terrible,
the things I have been through,
Trama, scars, suicide.
Never hungry,
not anymore,
never again will I trust someone who promises they "wont leave"
they end up leaving regardless of the futile promises they make
leaving me in their dust
crying
begging
screaming
I am not afraid of the waves of suffering.
All that I am afraid of is carrying on with my selfish ways.
Near my grave you will hear the leaves rustling.
I am not fully dead, most of me will leave my grave.
Have you ever felt like there is so much you could change? Have you saved everyone but neglected yourself? Where would you be? Is the noise in your head loud drowning out the sound of redemption? Have you walked a path marked forbidden? Have ocea
I want to be heard
I yell, scream, but I'm never heard.
I cry
I scream more
And yell until
My throat hurts.
The only way to be heard is pain.
Hurt others to be heard.
I want to be heard
I yell, scream, but I'm never heard.
I cry
I scream more
And yell until
My throat hurts.
The only way to be heard is pain.
Hurt others to be heard.
I always wanted to know what it’d feelLike to drown. No noise. No Nothing.Emptiness fills me with beauty.My hands are skeleton keys to the placeThat is far away. Out of reach. Nowhere to go.
do you feel my brush strokes
as i spread the paint across this page
my art comes in words
and my heart comes in pieces
Because of you.
never again will i trust
anyone who dares
tell me
“i’ll never leave”
you are all damn liars
time i will never get back
Baby you were cuddling next me.
Woke up you were gone.
Another fucked up dream.
Staring in her eyes.
Baby blue like the sea.
Blood on her arm.
Where my name used to be.
