This place is not a home
this is a place
full of
hate and regret
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
And now my breath tastes like cigarettes
And I'm just as broken as you
You tell me cigarettes will **** me
So I lit it up two
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
I like you more than I should
And that little more that I do
Is hurting a little bit too
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC
I'm in love with a girl
That wants me dead
Her name is Ana
And she lives in my head
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 5:53 AM UTC
She paints a pretty picture,
but the story has a twist
her paint brush is a razor
and her canvas is her wrist.
She paints her pretty picture,
in a colour that's blood red
while using her sharp paint brush
she ends up finally dead.
Her pretty pictures fading,
quite slowly on her arm
the blood is not racing through her
she can no longer do harm.
She paint her pretty picture,
but her picture had a twist
you see her mind was her razor
and her heart was her wrist.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
One cut feel some pain
Two cuts to hit a vein
Three cuts you're feeling okay
Four cuts for the ****** day
Five cuts your blood flows like a river
Six cuts you shake and quiver
Seven cuts 'what's one more'?
Eight cuts there's a puddle on the floor
Nine cuts you've got a huge ****
Ten cuts you think it's just another cut
Eleven cuts when you get you're relief
Twelve cuts this one extra deep
Thirteen cuts you think you should be done
Fourteen cuts you will make another one
Fifteen cuts for being a failure
Sixteen cuts you still go deeper
Seventeen cuts you can't feel
Eighteen cuts the blood doesn't seem real
Nineteen cuts tears fall as your body does too
Twenty cuts your lips start to turn blue
Twenty-one cuts your mission is finally complete
You're laying in blood as you fall asleep.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
And it hurts me
that you're
smiling
laughing
happy
But it's not
because of me
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 12:06 PM UTC
if each and every hurtful thing you said to me
was a cut on my thigh,
i'd have a never ending tragedy dripping from the tips of my finger
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 3:26 AM UTC
They'll check your wrists
But not your thighs
They'll check your smiles
But not your eyes
They'll avoid the truth
And believe the lies
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 1:42 PM UTC