Goodbye, my love.
As I pick up the gun.
Goodbye, my love.
As I begin to cry.
Goodbye, my love.
I write the note.
Goodbye, my love.
"It's not your fault..."
Goodbye, my love.
One last tear.
Goodbye, my life.
BANG
And I pull the trigger.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC
I know lots of girls who cut
and ask them how they do it,
for it's such a brave feat to undertake
but they say there's nothing to it.
They're not afraid of blood loss,
or ripping apart their skin,
to have this be your only escape
what predicament could they be in?
So simply think of a time when you were bad
and about the pain you deserve,
and with each precise, thin, clean cut
your guilt goes away, unheard.
And then when ****** gaps close up
and the healing's coming far,
then you'll have some company to keep
for it's now and your scars.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
Those urges,
For the blood.
They make me go crazy.
It kills me.
I want to cut.
I want to bleed.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
Thoughts take over
Tears fall down my face
cut
cut
cut
"I'm doing it again, I don't know what to do..help me!"
"Just try to forget about what's bothering you!
cut
cut
cut
"Its not that easy"
"Well stop what you're doing! It doesn't make things better"
"To me it does.."
cut
cut
cut
"I find what you're doing nasty and pointless,just do something to get you're mind off of it. Talk to someone!"
(I'm trying to talk to you but you find what I'm doing nasty..thanks for the help)
cut
cut
cut
"I stopped"
"Good,don't do it again"
I can't promise that..
-te
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
I wanna carve your name
Into my wrist
And have you sew me back together
So you can see how much
You've hurt me
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
I hate eating I honestly do.
It makes me fat, it's all the food.
It's my only friend, or enemy?
I eat it because it listens to me.
Is it that, or the fact that I eat my feelings out?
And now, I'm gaining weight. Pound by pound.
I disgust myself, and even my dad.
I'm such a failure, look I'm so fat.
My family repeating those words
"Are you eating again?"
Then I look at the food, and realize .
This is just the beginning.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
The steel blade makes a ****
A deep slash.
Blood pours down the drain.
Am I pretty now?
I cover who I truly am.
I hide myself from the world.
I ask you...
Am I pretty now?
I have had my fair share of battle scars.
Heard words that stung like bees.
Each time we hear those words, we ask ourselves:
Is it true? What did I do?
You make us weak.
You break us down.
You make us think:
Am I really ugly now?
Look around,
Take a good look.
We hide from the world,
Because of your words.
You make us feel unwanted!
Like a disease that can be contracted!
What gave YOU the right,
To make us feel like this?
I never understood why,
People talk like this.
Have they got no heart?
Have the got no soul?
What makes them feel,
Like this is all right?
To make others suffer,
With no friends in sight?
What gives them the right,
To make fun of us?
They don’t know us.
They don’t know what we have been through.
The worst part is,
After you realize you’ve pushed too far.
They are gone,
And they are not coming back.
You mourn for their loss,
But why bother at all?
You are the one,
Who caused it all.
They might have grown up to be brilliant,
But they can’t.
They were robbed of that chance,
As soon as the first word left your mouth.
There is one word that describes you perfectly.
BULLY!
Your ruined their chances,
At a thing we call life.
It’s your fault.
They never did anything.
Why them?
What made you choose them?
It’s really disgusting.
What you did.
You know that,
Right?
How do you feel?
Proud? Happy? Accomplished?
Or do you feel ashamed?
Think about it.
YOU JUST MADE SOMEBODY
END THEIR OWN LIFE!
It’s all your fault they are gone.
So think to yourself,
‘What Have I done?’
I ask you...
Am I pretty now?
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC
you are of broken pieces,
scattered all over.
you are of cuts and scars,
blood stained-blade is your friend.
you are of a mess,
hair all over your face, makeup ruined.
you are of darkness,
wishing to be one with the moon and stars.
you are of silence,
like a doll, oh so mute.
you are of strength,
holding yours tears in so others don't worry.
you are of loneliness,
confining all your deepest darkest secret within.
but you are you,
the guy or guy who held on,
despite all the harm you inflict yourself,
you're still here.
*and you should love yourself,
you are perfect just the way you are.*
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC
You are an Angel
Chained to Earth;
You can either
Cut off your wings
Or you can
Release yourself
From the shackles of
Mundane mortality.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC
Every scar is another story
Every scar is just one love.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC