My heart is running,
you think its funny.
Your friends laugh and play,
this doesn't help my day.
You laugh and pretend,
but in the end.
I know its all fake,
just a huge mistake.
He has been there for me.
Why didn't I see?
I hadn't even realized,
my dreams materialized.
We started hanging out more,
my heart no longer sore.
You gave me something, I had no hope to find,
you were so sweet and kind.
Gone was the mean boy,
you had given me such joy.
Now your my best friend,
and the perfect boyfriend.
I love you,
and you love me too.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 10:23 PM UTC
I love the way you look at me,
With those beautiful brown eyes.
And you may not agree,
But there's nothing about you I despise.
I love the way you hug me,
Their so warm and inviting.
And I don't know how you never noticed,
My heart beating fast like lightning.
I love the way you smile,
And how it lights up a room.
It always makes my day worthwhile,
When you take away all the gloom.
I love how you listen to my rants,
It always makes me feel good
To know that there's someone out there
That finally understood.
I love the way you hold me,
Sending chills down my spine.
And in your arms I know,
That I will always be fine.
I love how you make me so happy,
And how you show you care.
And when I'm with you,
I don't want to be elsewhere.
I love the way you say "I love you"
And how you're always there.
I love that you're with me,
And how nothing else can compare.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
I am the rain,
that hides your tears.
I am the shadow,
that masks your fears.
I am the scars,
that cover you arm.
I am the pain,
that gives you alarm.
I am the blade,
that cuts you too deep.
I am the horrors,
that take your sleep.
I am the lover,
that broke your heart.
I am your life,
that fell apart.
I am the writer,
writing of us.
I am the feelings,
you wont discuss.
I am the thing,
making you cry,
and from doing this to you.
I just want to die.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
How do I fix a broken heart,
my entire life is falling apart.
My hope for love has already died,
you hurt me when you decided to lie.
I really loved you,
but you didn't love me back.
You took my heart in your glove,
and ripped it out of my back.
The tears that fell,
caused me to go blind.
My broken heart was stuffed in a shell.
What could you do with a heart like mine?
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
One Two Three Four,
Another body hits the floor.
Five Six Seven Eight,
How many punches can she take?
Nine Ten Eleven Twelve,
I'm gonna watch her body swell.
Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen,
I'm not even done hitting.
Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty,
No one knows shes even living.
Twenty-one Twenty-two Twenty-three Twenty-four,
All her blood is on the floor.
Twenty-five Twenty-six Twenty-seven Twenty-eight,
Oh my god what a disgrace.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
I dated this guy,
Who really wasn't worth my time.
He said he loved me,
I believed his little lie.
Why didn't I see?
He said he didn't need me
That I wasn't good enough for him.
Then he came back crawling to me,
Saying that he made a mistake.
Oh how I enjoyed his attempts
All the while laughing on the inside,
He learned not to mess with me.
He learned what he lost,
Yet he still tries like a pathetic man.
Hes nothing but my past.
Just give up...
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
My wrists show my pain,
Yet you still laugh, and think I'm insane?
My razor is bloodied,
My skin so badly sullied.
Blood runs down my arms,
I can see where I carved.
If I died right now,
would anyone care how?
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
''Are you okay?''
''How are you?''
''Did you have a good day?''
I am brought back to my misery by their pondering questions.
I smile and laugh ''Yes I'm great''
I know it's a lie but I don't wish to hurt someone else.
As I get home I re-think my day except this time,
my story has a twist in my hand isn't books for class
but my best friend, the one who helps me through it all
My Razor
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC
People ask me why I cut
People say "Why would you do that?"
I'm too young to be this sad
People don't understand
I cut for me, I cut for pain
Emotional pain makes me sick
It is unbearable and all-consuming
Emotional pain in which I wallow
Physical pain is easier
Physical pain is short term
It allows me to Focus
Focus on the thin red line
The drops of blood pooling
I don't have to think at all
Nothing comes into my brain
Nothing but pain signals
No remembrance of ****
Abandonment and abuse
Cutting is my escape, my salvation
I am full of so many demons
When I cut I bleed them out
Each drop of red is a tear I've cried
Many tears and many red droplets
Physical pain overcomes me
Wraps me up in a ****** up blanket
Cutting is my drug, my escape
I am given the chance to numb
The ache in my heart is released
Through the valleys in my arm
Valleys carved into my flesh
Released through the blood
Pooling on the bathroom floor
A puddle of pain and demons
This is a puddle of me, all the
***** nasty, unlovable, ********
Then there is a moment of bliss
That moment when I numb
Like right before they put you to sleep
The numb feeling of emptiness
I don't think about the demons
The demons in my head, screaming
They are no longer in my brain
They are in the puddle on the floor
No longer inside of me
Gone for a moment but not forever
Pain always comes back
This is why I cut, to quiet the pain
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
*Cutting was the only way i could function.
From the superficial cuts down to the super deep ones
The scars all have a story to tell
A period of life i can not take back
They remind me of what i have fought through.
They also encourage me not to give others power
They do not deserve by bleeding out my pain
But to use my voice.
Then there is the factor of cutting
Because i simple enjoy watching myself bleed
And feeling myself release...*
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC