Waves crashing, upon my heart,
All I've come to know, was ripped apart,
My clean arms, have bleeding scars,
My thoughts, have been butchered,
Emotions never ending, bottled up inside,
The screams you never hear, the ones I always hide,
In this lonesome room, yet another,
Suicide.

Suicide, Suicide be my guide.
Show me if its time.
In my room.
These retched cries.
Hear me scream, hear me cry.
My thoughts that torture me.
The ones I hide.
Tattooed on my arms.
The scars of a thousand knives.
My tears have finally run dry.
As I cry, on this silent night.
Suicide, Suicide. be my guide.
Show me if its time.
To stay or to die.

I'm a ghost and everyone knows it.
Peoples words flow through me at high speed.
People walk through me as if I wasn't there.
Who am I? Who was I?
Is this even real or is this just another dream, another nightmare?
Another death, or a new beginning?
The roses blossom and everything starts to get better.
But one day a twister hits and I the ghost is blown to bits.
My wrists are bleeding, tears a flow.
As I say to myself "Its time to go back to my world of other ghosts."
I say "Its been fun.  I'll miss you all."
As I close my eyes, and i fall.
But this isn't goodbye, and that's all.

I am not a doormat. I shall not be treated like one. You may not step on me. If you dare to try. I will invite all my online friends to have a party all over you. Enjoy the chips and salsa while you're at it. -_-

She went to the police.
Told them she was being abused.
They didn't believe her.
They thought she was another teenage fiend.
She went back.
Told them that she was *****.
They didn't believe her.
They thought she was another lying child.
She came again.
Told them she got beat up.
They didn't believe her.
They said if she comes again they will arrest her.
Her bestfriend came.
Told them that she was killed.
They didn't believe him.
He came back.
Told them that they aren't worth their lives.
They just laughed.
He left.
They got a call.
The person told them.
That they saw two bodies in the river.
The police went to check it out.
The bodies belonged to the girl and the boy.
The girl was killed.
The boy committed suicide.
Just to be with her.
The police were wrong.
They didn't believe their eyes.
They should start believing more.
**** April and it's fools.
The police were the fools in this story.
They started to believe more.
They saved lives of many after that.
But what I'm wondering is.
How come they didn't save those two kids.
That would've had lives to live.
If only they had believed.
In this retched April Fools story.

I'm that one girl, who sits in the back of the class.
Just so I can go unnoticed, make my life last.
I always hide in my room.
Just so I don't get beaten, and bruised.
The kids at school, call me worthless, and stupid.
The teachers, say I don't try, but I do try...
I try my hardest at everything, but they don't seem to notice.
My sibling's all they do is torture me.
As if they feed off of my pain, and fear.
I'm that one girl, who only wears ear buds.
To block out the voices of anger, and hurt.
My arms, are not that clean, or neat.
I'm not pretty, and when I say that I mean it.
Maybe I'm not worth it, maybe I'm just a piece of *******.
I am stupid, and I have come to believe it.
Maybe I really don't try hard enough, and I am not trying harder.
My sibling's can feed off me all they want, I don't care anymore.
I've taken my ear buds out, and I'm listening to the screaming of hate.
Yeah my arms are cut, and they will always be cut.
Yes I am not pretty, and that's the truth.
But I am me, and that's okay.

I wanna take a leap.
I wanna down a drink.
I wanna run away from this sickness that tortures me.
I'm wallowing in the screams.
Not aloud to cry.
So I make up with a sharp knife.
Grabbing my last hope of relief.
I take my pen.
I tear it apart 'til there's nothing left but the spring.
Letting, letting  the blood flow hiding it with a white sheet.
Staining my shirt sleeve a crimson red.

Strong, brave, and confident.
The most fearless of the land.
Bruised, battered, and worn.
She had ran for her life.
Hold on tight, and you'll win this fight.
Moving around the towns.
Until her fate was bound.
Getting to the point she hardly cared.
Her worries and fears she wished to speak.
But alas her lips were sewn shut.
Not a word. Not a peep.
So she wrote in her diary.
As if it were a song.
Not skipping a word. Not a single word.
As she hid where she thought she'd be safe.
Where the gestapo couldn't find her.
But one day, there was her fate.
Only 15 years old.
Until this day.
Right in front of her.
The camp that carried the disease into her.
As she and her sister both died.
Would she have lived?
If she had ruled the land.
The only thing left was her diary.
Not skipping a word. Not a single word.

She lays awake at night listening to songs that remind her of you. Because you broke her, and she will always remember that.

Left behind, bruised and broken.
Emotions inside, never cry.
Sleeves remain down, until tonight.
No fear, though I'm not alright.
"I'm fine," though I'm really dying.
Look in my eyes, oh so dull.
I was fat, look at me now.
I still don't eat, I'm becoming skinny.
Am I your perfect princess, really?
My thoughts, remain suicidal.
I will never be someones idol.
I know, because I already tried.

Alone, when you walk the halls.
Alone, when you people are around.
Alone, when you cry.
Alone, when you break.
Alone, when you die.

My last day I had to live.
Was all peace and quiet.
Before they came up to me with a rope.
Saying run and jump like in the movies.
An hour later they came again.
Handing me a knife.
Saying just a little cut or three.
Two hours later.
They came up to me.
Handing me duct tape.
Saying try not to scream.
Four hours later.
They never came back.
It was just me and things they left
I tied the rope around my neck.
And duct tapped my mouth.
Trying not to scream.
I took the knife, and started to bleed.
I ran and jumped, just like a queen.
Before I knew it.
I was gone.
And all I heard
Was a sad, sad.
Song.

Leaves falling from the trees.
As the Autumn winds,
Put the children down to sleep.
As children's mothers stay awake.
Singing to the the children,
Trying to get them to hibernate.
But alas one child doesn't sleep.
For his mother isn't there.
His mother is asleep in her old rocking chair.
He go's to her room.
She is not there...
He checks the house, outside, and all,
But his mother isn't there.
He goes into the woods...
To find her dead.
In her old Mothers Day rocking chair.
He didn't cry.
He just stared.
Thinking, "How could this be fair?"
For tomorrow is Mothers Day.
But he has no mother.
To love and care.

His hands flow across the sky.
Feeling each cloud and the breeze.
He’s in a trance.
The one where you interrupt.
He will not be happy.
Staring at the sky.
As it stares back.
Challenging his every command.
It starts to rain.
He presses on each cloud.
In a hurry.
Trying to escape.
The monsters it rains.
The rain fades.
He’s won the video game.
New High Score.

We all have our scars,
Yours on the inside,
Mine on my arm,
We all have our stories,
Yours you share,
Mine I try and hide,
We all have our day,
Mine just so happens,
To be fifty years before yours

Wake up, and do ADL's
Walk to school, and be late for class
Get yelled at, go to office
Next class, be late again
Get detention, go to lunch
Get food, throw it away
Don't eat, go outside
Get bullied, go to next class
Gets sent home, walks home
Go through back door, don't be seen
Gets seen by mum, and gets beat
Go up stairs and avoid bruder's room
Bruder comes out, slaps me
Don't cry, it'll just hurt more
Go online, pretend to do homework
Find someone just like me
Say hi, they say hi back
Talk to them, make friends
Feel like someone cares
Goes to sleep, wakes up
Gets in fight with mum
Sneaks the pills, takes them all
Go to hospital,  surgery
Go home, get beat
Go online, talk to friends
Feel accepted, and loved
Gets offline doesn't eat the whole day
Thinks 2 more days, goes to sleep
Wakes up, goes online
Feel happy, goes down stairs
See's mum, dread...
I mean dead... No more dread...

1, 2, 3, 4
My body, I can't feel no more
5, 6, 7, 8
Always filled with hate
9, 10, 11, 12
This world is a living hell
13, 14, 15, 16
Crippled, and non existing
17, 18, 19, 20
I better run, I know you're coming
21, 22, 23, 24
Someone's banging on my door
25, 26, 27, 28
It's the police, they have come for me
29, 30, 31, 32
No more crying, I'm done with that ****
33 34, 35, 36
I have hung the rope, and said my goodbye's
37, 38, 39, 40
I have jumped, and I have died
41, 42, 43, 44
45, and so much more
as I fell, they just yell
"I HOPE YOU GO TO HELL!"

Sliver pens,
Dancing like figures,
Or shadows,
In the dim light of a sunset,
Coursing across his skin,
He muttered cursed words,
Under his breath,
As a dragons roar,
Soft,
Yet cold,
Like Winter's night,
Or a cool breeze,
Blowing leaves from the trees,
Onto the ground,
The silver pens,
Soon turn red,
As the paint,
As called blood,
Flowed from his canvas,
His wrist,
The burning sensation,
The feeling,
Of being dead

They say to hide my scars
But I don't want too
They say it's OK
But it's really not
They say I'm crazy
But I'm completely sane
They say that I don't try hard enough
But I try my hardest at everything
They say I don't know what pain is
But I fight battles everyday
They say who am I battling
I say myself...

Listen, cant you hear?
Her cries? Her Fears?
Cant you see?
Her arms?
All bruised and ******?
She doesn't speak.
Not a word. Not a peep.
All she does is writes in her diary.
While she sits in the back of class.
Hoping the teacher won't notice her.
Hoping that he doesn't care.
Hoping that one day.
The world would be fair.

He’s walking through the past,
Just trying to make it last,
He picks up the gun,
And hears it blast,
He wakes up,
The dream has ended,
Back to his world
Of nightmares everlasting,
Warmth of one hugging his skin,
Tighter with each breath,
He’s embraced with the kindness of another,
He doesn’t believe it to be real,
The kindness soon left him alone,
Forever he shall be cold,
Embraced by hatred and sadness,
Hurt by many,
And more to come,
Why won’t one stay,
Because that’s all he needs,
He picks up the gun,
And hears it blast,
He doesn’t wake up,
The nightmare has ended.
He takes his last breath.
And the sadness loosens
Withholding its embrace.
He’s free at last.

My first day as an eAchieve student.
I was scared, yet excited.
All the teachers seemed nice.
The class just as, without a price.

I had some trouble getting around.
Like being stuck in the ‘Lost and Found’.
I failed some assignments here and there.
Tried my best, never failed a test.

Determined to graduate.
I found my way.
Asked for help.
Even when I was afraid.

Today I’m doing fine.
Even though I’m a bit behind.
But I will graduate.
I will become an ‘Ace’.

For the first time you hit me.
2. For the second time I cut.
3. For the third time he ***** me.
4. For the fourth time I wished myself dead.
5. For the fifth time I lost a friend.
6. For the sixth time I cried.
7. For the seventh time I failed that class.
8. For the eighth time you called me that name.
9. For the ninth time I refused to eat.
10. For the tenth time I tried to **** me.

Baby, I'm the stars in the sky. I'll make you count me 100 billion times. I may not always be there, but I forever shine.

A dog is wild like a wolf at dawn.
While the cat is wild like a lion in day.
A dog rules the night and the moon.
The cat empowers the sun.

Dogs are fearless.
Cats are fierce.
If a dog were to fight a cat.
Like a gun to a bear.

Who would have won?
A dog is merely a cat.
As a cat is merely a dog.

You hear that?
No? Exactly.
She's not breathing.
Because of you.
You drove her to insanity.
Let her go.
When she needed you most.
You all laughed.
When she cried herself to sleep.
Every night.
Every single night.
Her parents worked all day and night.
All her and her siblings did was fight.
She shut herself out.
Behind a locked door.
All because of you.
All of you.
She's just hanging there..
Not breathing.
Dead...
She tried to see the light.
But instead came the darkness.
That she feared the most.
So, yeah.
Don't cry.
You treated her like ****.
Don't any of you come to her funeral.
You are responsible for this mess.
You are responsible for her death.

I guess it's funny, in a way. I mean. I don't want to love you, but I can't help but to fall in love. You make me happy, yet sad at the same time. You listen, and I listen too. Are you really there, or am I just a fool? I keep falling for love, yet no one picks me up. Scared to be alone, yet scared to love.

Tomorrow.
That one word.
Makes me feel like there is a chance.
A chance for me to be something great...
To be someone great.
Maybe I'll be a famous poet.
Would people listen to the stories behind my work?
Maybe a singer.
Would they hear me then?
Or an author.
Would they cry when a sad part meets their minds?
Tomorrow.
That one word.
Comes to my mind.
Today.
Will tomorrow be great?
Or will it be shallow?
Tomorrow.
I want there to be always a tomorrow.
As long as I live.
That word will mean so much to me.
Today.

Depression is like a stomach bug. It looks like there's nothing wrong on the outside. But you hurt inside. Soon enough everything spills out, and you feel better. Gross but true.

Smile when it hurts. Smile when you cry. Smile when the people that tell you to die. Smile when you take the gun. Smile when you **** it. Smile when you pull  the trigger. Smile... Yeah, that's it.

He had a heart of gold
That weighed him down
Bit by bit
Because of another
With a heart of stone
Both weighed the same
Both were to blame

Dress me up just like a queen.
Make me so pretty.
Wear high heels.
Paint my nails.
In some pretty pink.
Make me look pretty.
But in the end.
I realize.
This isn't me.
Not who I'm supposed to be.
I put on jeans and a ugly shirt.
I paint my nails in some gruesome black.
Take off my heels and put on flats.
Just look at me.
I'm back.

I dream my nightmares happily.
I'd rather have those than dreams.
Because they're more interesting.
They make me, me.
Every night I cry myself to sleep.
Every morning I wake up and scream.
Everyday is my real nightmare.
And my nightmare's are my dreams

Windy, cold morning.
Blowing on love's past.
A tired tombstone.
Has begun to crack.
As it begins to shatter.
So does the surrounding too decay.
Trapped by the memories.
Which it failed to save.
Broken, and forgotten.
It's inscription weeps.
In loneliness it stands.
Hugged by the wind.
Never escaping the feeling.
It's appearance tends to hide.
Left to remain.
Cold and grave.

I'm Fine.
Goodbye.
You couldn't save me.
It's alright.
Broken trust.
Truth too lies.
I thought you loved me.
I guess you lied.
But don't worry.
I fulfilled your dream.
Say sweet dreams.
I murdered me.

Holding onto the rod of life.
Throwing the line, out into open sea.
The hook might get stuck.
Don't tug.
The line might break.
Help will come.
You just have to wait.

I just get so sad. When I get sad, I listen to sad songs, that make me cry. When I cry, I don't like to talk. When I don't talk, I shut down. When I shut down, I just lay down. While it feels like I'm drowning. The weight of the world crushing me. Like waves in the sea. I wish someone would come and save me. Anyone. Otherwise, just let me rest in peace. I've already drowned.

That one guy who you thought loved you.
Just broke your heart.
He said that you'd be together forever.
Forever must be a very short time.
You loved him so very much.
He just up and left you.
Without even saying goodbye.
You'd die for him.
You committed suicide.
Not knowing...
There was another boy.
That watched you.
Because he thought you were beautiful.
He knew that your old boyfriend was going to hurt you.
He would do anything for you to be here.
He didn't even get the chance.
To say he loved you.
"I loved you. You just up and left me, without even saying goodbye." Said the boy.

She wakes up. Knocks softly on her older brother's door. Asking if she may sleep with him. There is thunder outside, and she's scared. He tells her to go away, and to leave him alone. She creeps silently downstairs, to her mother's room. Say's, "Mommy may I sleep with you?" Her mum tells her to go back to sleep. She quietly goes  back up the stairs to her room. Closes the door and hides in the closet. Listens to the thunder and lightning crackle within the night sky. Shy cries wanted to be held. Her demons laugh at her calling her a cry baby, wimp. She cries harder and  harder. The storm outside shielding her screams. She falls asleep in her closet. Wakes up to her demons still laughing.

I wanna fall into a life of music and despair.

He dies a silent death, while the blood in the snow paints the story of his life.

Strong, brave, and confident.
Bruised, battered, and worn.
Hold on tight, and you'll win this fight.
But alas her lips were sewn shut.
Not a word. Not a peep.
So she wrote in her diary.
As if it were a song.
Not skipping a word. Not a single word.
As she hid where she thought she'd be safe.
Where the gestapo couldn't find her.
But one day, there was her fate.
Right in front of her.
The camp that carried the disease into her.
As she and her sister both died.
The only thing left was her diary.
Not skipping a word. Not a single word.

Goodbye.
I've died.
Dead eyes.
Rope tied.
Gun cocked.
Suicide.

Behind a locked door.
Broken, and shattered.
Illusions unknown.
Scared, and battered.
He cuts his legs.
Cries in pain.
Nobody can see.
he's going insane.