ariel-leann
Writing is my life. Writing is my stability. There is more to poetry than what meets the eye. You have to read between the lines. I am only thirteen years old, and just recently have started writing poetry. I focus on the " darker element " of poetry because it is my release, but it also helps me see another side of things. One person who truly inspires me is Edgar Allen Poe, he is a man of many great accomplishments. I will take as many likes and followers I can get, thank you !
Self-Harm
Self-Hate
Mis-Used
Mis-Placed
My faith is running thin,
My world is turned upside down,
Always committing a sin,
The demons are forever bound
Self-Harm
Self-Hate
Mis-Used
Mis-Placed
The constant thought of purging,
The teasing of a knife,
The thought is always urging,
To end this helpless life
Self-Harm
Self-Hate
Mis-Used
Mis-Placed
The breaking of a single heart,
The pain whipping through my head,
Just when you think you’ll shatter apart,
The pain begins to numb instead
Self-Harm
Self-Hate
Mis-Used
Mis-Placed
My soul is now hollow,
I can no longer feel pain,
Take another pill to swallow,
In order to stay sane
Self-Harm
Self-Hate
Mis-Used
Mis-Placed
Living for tomorrow,
Yet stuck in the past,
Wallowing in my sorrow,
My life is fading fast
Self-Harm
Self-Hate
Mis-Used
Mis-Placed
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
I just don't understand.
How can you be so blind?
How can you not see,
The answers you need to find,
Are encrusted within the heart of me
I don't understand
How can you not see my crystal clear love,
To hear the words I have been screaming,
But it seems this wish,
Will only be granted when I am dreaming
I don't understand.
I don't want to sob, I don't want to cry
But it feels like I a piece of me is missing,
I feel like I will soon die,
I can no longer take it
I don't understand
These tears I can no longer shed,
My heart can no longer be broken,
So when I lay dead,
Remember these words I have spoken
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
The Valley of Desperation she has seemed to has sought,
She has traveled through the depths of Hell,
Longing for her pain to end,
To no longer be under Suicide's spell
To end her long time suffering,
To put the depression at bay,
She will travel even if it's the end of her,
That will be the only way
The Demons in her pressence,
Trying to persuade her the other way,
For time is of the essence,
There is no turning her away
She has become stronger within the second,
Less vulnerable within the minute,
Free within the hour,
Unstoppable with the day
She will not be defeated,
She will never step down,
The screams of vengance are hers,
It will be the only sound
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC
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Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
A stab in the chest,
A puncture to the heart,
I seek internal rest,
Because you tore me apart
This is how I have been living,
This is my pain,
Darling, This is only the beginning,
I am on a high speed train
Not a single tear to shed,
Not a single heart to be broken,
I am better off dead,
This can be your token
You put me through hell,
You had it your way,
I am no longer under your spell,
I no longer have to stay
A stab in the chest,
A puncture of the heart,
I seek internal rest,
Because you tore me apart
A pure inncocent life,
You corrupted with hate,
This is how I will survive,
I guess you can call it fate
I took all the pain I can endeavor,
I put your insults at bay,
My heart is now severed,
I have nothing left to say
Look into my eyes,
Tell me you believe,
Do not speak your lies,
Its time for me to leave
A stab in the chest,
A puncture of the heart,
I seek internal rest,
Because you tore me apart
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
Her anxiety is triggered, Her body starts to convulse,
Along with her heart racing, A never ending pulse,
Her breathing gets uneasy, A feeling that she craves,
She is an addict, She can no longer be brave,
The feeling that she senses, She is soon going to die,
This is it, Her all time high,
Please don't judge her , it is for the best*,
It is time for her to sleep, In a never ending
R
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S
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Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 6:09 PM UTC
Every person has a story,
Each person has a life,
I'd want my words to be gory,
To end with a beautiful knife
I would want my story to be a tragedy,
For everyone to know the Monster I have become,
I would want my setting to be dark and cloudy
Instead of a glorious translucent sun
I would want every one to feel the pain
The suffering that I have sought,
My life is a never-ending train,
Racing with each and every thought
I would want by enemies to feel each cut,
That has laid upon my wrist,
The scars that I have,
Still fate with a sick twist
I would want them to feel my heart that has broken,
Broken right apart,
To hear the silent words that I have spoken,
The sick and wonderful art
Most of all I would want them to remember my name,
To have it creep within every nightmare,
To feel an agonizing shame,
Because they are the one to blame
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
Suffocated by being endlessly alone,
Always feeling a constant ache,
I can sense the chill throughout my bones,
With every minor mistake
There is so much more under this glare,
A girl who actually has a heart,
I am just a girl who is filled with despair,
A girl who has been shattered apart
Behind this fake smile lies a tinge of regret
The growing lust I feel for you,
I try not to be upset,
But my soul is shattered black and blue
Darling, I need your touch to go on another day
The electricity of your touch,
I don't want to ever feel this way,
But it seems as if your my clutch
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
*Love is a welcoming flower,
Its beautiful petals blossoming,
Surrounding us with its endless embrace*
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
TRAPPED
T
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P
P
E
D
In an illusion of myself
Caught between the past and my own selfishness
Isolated between four walls that are caving in
Hearing the whispers of the unloved
Left alone with just memories to haunt me
No one could hear my cries for help
Nails digging in my back
Slowly puncturing my delicate skin
Feeling my blood seep afloat and slowly stream
Just the right amount of pain
One face left to clench my stomach
Her piercing green eyes in the rage they stayed
Her lips formed into a knarled, derranged twist
Her words cutting like daggers all over my body
Her hair flowing like a monster's
Isolated
I try to scream but it is caught in my throat
Flashing back to the age of six
The monster ontop of me
Enjoying every little cry for help
A man who was suppposed to be a father
Corrupting an innocent child for his own twisted pleasure
He does not know how much he isolated me in my own little world
He laughs at my attempted cries for help
I will Never be the same
Corruption
Purging because of my thoughts
The concept was introduced to me
I Never thought I was beautiful
I never really had the chance to be beautiful
Corrupted by uncontrollable words
I don't understand
Looking into the mirror at the monster that I have become
Twisted
Always hid the razor a place where no one would find it
The one thing that I could always rely on
Something that would stay with me
Just wanted someone to love me
Someone to care
Feel the razor slice across my skin
Tears mixing with the blood
Wishing I were never born
Or accomplished my attemped suicide last year
TRAPPED in the thoughts inside my own head
Isolated in the unheard tears I have been crying
Corrupted by the surrounding people
Twisted in my own thoughts and actions
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 9:17 AM UTC