*She's got a smile on her lips,
But scars on her hips.*
Apr 24, 2012
Apr 24, 2012 at 11:39 PM UTC
I noticed your scars,
You noticed mine,
We understood.
Never spoke a word,
We didn't know how.
Didn't know we could.
We went to the library.
I picked up Cuts,
You picked up Scars.
We were trying to speak up.
Trying to convey a message,
One that was the both of ours.
I noticed that you count calories.
You noticed that I'm always nauseous.
We know the truth.
We'll never speak a word,
But we noticed each other's,
Misunderstood, unstable youth.
Apr 7, 2012
Apr 7, 2012 at 5:18 PM UTC
"Who is that?"
"Me? No. What? That can't be me."
Where did these scars come from?
Where did my mind go?
What happened to the happy smile,
And the eyes that would brightly glow?
What happened to that pretty girl?
With the brain that would always grow?
When did this life turn so sharply cold?
When did my self-esteem become so low?
When was the last time I was happy?
I can honestly say, I don't even know
My eyes are always tearing,
Death is on my mind,
And the only thing I can say,
Is that I'm perfectly fine.
Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 7:45 PM UTC
Thoughts become reality.
Dreams become so clear.
Cuts become too easy,
And living is the biggest fear.
I don't want to **** myself,
But I so badly want to die.
The note is written,
And the pills are by my side.
Nobody has tried to stop me,
Nobody has seem to care,
I'm not worth their time,
But, oh, they're well aware.
I'm sorry to my parents,
I'm sorry to my friends,
But it has come that time,
Where this life has to end.
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 8:26 AM UTC
Mirror Mirror on the wall,
Who's the suckiest of them all?
Grab a blade and leave a scar,
Always remember how terrible you are.
Feb 10, 2012
Feb 10, 2012 at 4:19 PM UTC
I'm going through a cycle,
That death can only end.
So many mixed emotions,
I cannot begin to comprehend.
Expressing my emotions,
Leads to being an "attention *****
I do not take the razor to my skin,
But I do start a war.
Holding everything in,
Leads to fake laughs and smiles,
Tears fall when I'm alone,
And the blood pours out for miles.
Sober, I'm depressed,
Drunk, I tell everyone,
High, I'm relaxed,
But all, I just want to be done.
In the end,
I always feel like ****
So as Darwin would say,
Clearly I'm unfit.
Feb 5, 2012
Feb 5, 2012 at 9:42 AM UTC
You call yourself a friend?
You point out my flaws,
Every chance you get.
You start drama,
Just to make me upset.
You only talk about you,
And shut me down.
You sit there and complain,
But get angry if I frown.
You claim I'm asking for pity,
Because I'm depressed.
You say my life isn't bad,
And I'm just stressed.
You won't even ask,
What is going on with me,
You only care if you're involved,
Otherwise you will flee.
I cry suicide and you swore,
That I was an attention *****
I'm asking for you to care,
But I hope you're aware,
That you're a *****
You'll be that way until the end.
But you will continue to say that you're a friend?
Jan 31, 2012
Jan 31, 2012 at 9:12 PM UTC
Razor,
I thank you for being my friend.
You are all I have
And you'll be here until the bitter end.
You understand me.
You know I'm not after pity.
You've been here for it all,
You've watched me fall.
You don't leave me,
When the rest of the world,
Is far gone and free.
You don't judge,
You don't hate.
You put me in a content state.
So I thank you razor,
For putting up with my sorrow,
Because without you,
I might not be here tomorrow.
Jan 29, 2012
Jan 29, 2012 at 5:36 PM UTC
Blood shedding,
But this time it's different.
It bleeds in a shape.
The word "die"
The word will last forever,
Forever carved into my leg.
Suicide all around,
Two in one week.
Will I be next?
No.
Mother says it's selfish.
Cannot disappoint mother.
Will anyone save me?
Will anyone hear the call?
Will anyone stop me?
No.
I'm on my own.
I need to be strong.
I will push through.
For who?
Not I.
No.
Everyone else.
I cannot disappoint.
Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 3:37 PM UTC
I fear for the day.
The day that someone finds my scars.
Someone will put the pieces together.
I fear the thoughts on my mind.
The mind I once loved,
The one that now wants to **** me.
I fear becoming that cliche girl.
The girls that I thought didn't really exist.
The depressed, suicidal girls that I have morphed in to.
I fear fear.
Fear is holding me back.
Fear is controlling my life.
**** the fear, not yourself.
Jan 24, 2012
Jan 24, 2012 at 9:24 PM UTC