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Don't turn away
don't give in to the pain
don't try to hide
though they're screaming your name
don't close your eyes
God knows what lies behind them
don't turn out the light
never sleep never die
I can't fall asleep I don't know what to do.
I'm just hangin onto my pillow,
Wishin it was you....
A poison cut across my arm, another desperate urge to harm. i pulled a blade and dug it deep, i sighed and watched the crimson seep. a broken promise, a lonely heart. i turned those feelings into art
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Shut my windows and lock my doors, cause my heart won't be your ragdoll no more...
Okay, this poem was honestly probably the best poem that I have ever read. It is so sad. Take the time and read it and think about it.
A girl and her book.
Everyday of her life
She walks around
Walking through the halls
Staring at the ground
She doesn't have a friend
She is all by herself
She goes home at night
And takes her book off the shelf
She writes down what happened
What went down that day
You can tell the days she cryed
cause the drops don't go away
If you look on every page
You can see little stains
You see where the ink ran
The memory remains
In this little book
She writes what's on her mind
And no one really knows
All the pain that is behind
Behind every story
Every single poem she wrote
Behind her pretty smile
Behind her suicide notes
No one really new
and no one really cared
I don't think anyones life
Could really be compared
Because no one cared
Because she had no friends
She wrote her last story
About her life she would soon end
She wrote it in the book
On the very back cover
Cause the pages had been filled
For what people would soon discover
They would finally get to read
All the story's that she wrote
About the things she went through
They would read every single note
Her last entry was dated
April 7th 2005
It was titled
Now I'm not alive
By the time someone found her
She was soaking in her blood
The book was there beside her
Also soaking in the flood
For many years after
The book was never read
Until someone found it
And 3 days later they were dead
They killed themselves
Cause of so much guilt
They never realized
All the pain that they built
So anyone out there
Who likes to taunt and tease
Remember this story
And oh just stop please |
Her feelings she hides.
Her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind.
She's fallen behind.
She can't find her place.
She's losing her faith.
She's fallen from grace.
She's all over the place
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I'll bleed until it's over...I'll bleed until you care...I'll bleed until you remember my name...When you do I wont still be there...
This time it's over, I'm keeping my heart ,I'm gonna be strong & not fall apart .. It'll get better, I'll no longer cry..
In a couple of weeks, I wont want 2 die, I won't want 2 go back, I'll be able 2 sleep, It won't hurt so bad, & it won't
feel so deep
I'm Going To Draw A Picture
A Picture With A Twist
I'll Draw It With A Razor-Blade
I'll Draw It On My Wrist
And When I Draw My Picture
A Fountain Will Appear
And All My Pain And Sorrow
Will Surely Dissapear...
Sometimes I look at you…
And you seem to be looking back at me…
But sometimes you look away…
Like you're afraid of what might happen if you stare a second longer.
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I still wait for the phone in the middle of the night
Thinkin' you might call me if your dreams don't turn out right
And it still amazes me that i lie here in the dark
Wishin' you were next to me, your head against my heart
If you asked me how i'm doing i'd say just fine
But the truth is baby, if you could read my mind
Not a day goes by that i don't think of you
The doors locked...
I closed my eyes and locked the door
blood dripped onto the bathroom floor
i tried to block out all the yelling
but it just kept comming
one slit for everytime
i heard the words "I HATE YOU"
and eventually my wrist just became
one big bloddy mess
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And I hate every moment I depended on you
What kills me tonight is a simple fact,
I used to think of you to get me through
I would give anything to have you back
I hate it when you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me
laugh or worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you aren't around, and the fact you
didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I dont hate you. Not a little bit... not even at all.
You have no clue what I'd do for you.
Just one touch or a single glance will do.
So hold me or let me fall.
The choice is yours just don't leave me hanging here...
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one cut too much
she thought it would be
'like whatever'
she thought
but that was not the destiny
that she sought
she cut her ankles
but no one knew
she didn't want them to know
the kind of pain they put her through
one day she went higher
went to her wrists
one little slice,
and that was it...
didn't think she would get that far
took her life for granted,
i guess she thought
it's one cut
one cut to much...
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Razors pain you; rivers are damp; acids stain you; and drugs cause cramps. Guns aren't lawful; nooses give; gas smells awful; you might as well live
