Want to get in bed
Drown my head
Shut the lights off
Feel my bones
Becoming more visible
Open the drawer
Eyes on the blade
House dark
Eyes closed
Solid and still
My demons fill the room
My nocturnal evil friends
Awaken the night
Bleeding high
Off the ground
Now i can
Clear my head
Close my dark eyes
Dream of happiness
In my head
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 8:42 PM UTC
Hello, my name is Murphy
I'm a daughter
I'm a friend
I'm a lovatic
I'm a survivor
In more ways than you know
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 8:42 PM UTC
He wears his smile in his pocket.
Where no one else can see.
And since none have seen him happy
They’re convinced he’ll never be.
His laughter’s in a fist.
So tight, no one can hear.
With no joy in his voice at all,
They’re sure he’s filled with fear.
All they see is torment.
They don’t look for what he was.
All they see is torment.
Nobody ever does.
All they see is torment.
They’re not sure what the cause.
All they see is torment,
And all his other flaws.
The world’s so filled with judgment.
It won’t stop to find the good.
But when time is so ****** precious,
It’s a mystery why it should.
All they see is torment.
His soul’s as dark as night.
All they see is torment.
They can’t see his plight.
All they see is torment.
All ignore the fight.
All they see is torment.
He can never set things right.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
I close my eyes not for good but only just a moment to rest my eyes and clear my thoughts. I open my eyes and I strangely grow mad, I wish they were closed for good. As I walk through the high school doors I realize I still have 1 more long year of this torture. my emotions grow stronger as I drag the silver across my wrist and my outer thigh, I see the liquid drip out and I can taste the bitter sweet taste of blood dance across my tongue.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
no one understands how much pain im in, how badly I want to end my life and just ****** give up. I understand ive ****** up and made many mistakes with my life... (drugs, drinking, sneaking out, ext.) however im sick of the bashing and hateful things. im old enough to know better but young enough not to give a **** so stop!
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
no one ever believes me. I tell everyone im broken and hurt, but all you ever say is your being dramatic or your such a attention seeker but will you believe me when Im dead? when I hang myself from the bedroom light? or when you come home and find the snow to be stained red cause I cut my wrists so deep while making fallen snow angels that I bled out? when will you believe me?
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
theres a girl in the corner with tear stains in eyes from the places wondered and the secrets she hides. she says how did I get here im not who I once was. so she trys to get better then shes to weak to try. she doesn't know who she is anymore. shes tired shes worn her heart is heavy from the work it takes to continue to live everyday.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
she cigarette with bundles of tears racing down her cheeks and after her lips some how found the strength to smile I thought to myself, "sometimes when chaos burns like a wildfire around us; we cant help but love its warmth."
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 10:40 PM UTC