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There's more to suicide than what we think it is.
It's not just unanswered questions,
sometimes, it's unasked ones.
For all those out there who self harm, please don't do it. Please don't do it, for me. For your family, for your friends, for all those who care, for yourself. You're not alone in this, trust me❤
For all those out there who are battling self harm, I'm so proud of you, keep going. I love
you, and I'm always here for you if you need me❤
For all those out there who help people that self harm, you're doing a great job. You're beautiful and you're going amazing❤
For all those out there who know people that self harm, please help them out. Tell them they're brave. Tell them they're not alone. Tell them you care. Tell them you love them. Give them your hand, they need it❤

©Semicolon
It takes away those we love
As we sleep peacefully in our beds
Unable to hear their tormented screams
Until it is too late
Suicide has been a big topic in my life recently. I have lost people i love to it.
My heart is a messy place
I don't clean up often
My emotions lay about like worn jeans and pile up at every corner
Murky tears that were long bemoaned
Lay inside my pillowcases long after they have dried
And make heavy a light thing where my thoughts reside
Shadowy folks have  unmade beds  
Though long beparted
And declared dead
Many things that was once fresh
Have now grown brown reached their Autumn
They still roam the halls and vents
Like after tastes of mint long after the in scents have burnt
Every possible surface is stained with faces
Shelves are stacked and layered and stuffed
And though I rummage for space
There is never enough
Not for an ant
Or a hand
Or a new thing
Just room enough for me
And this big old mess of memories
She
        Shouldn’t

Be

           Mine

But

        I’m

Glad

              She

Chose

              Me
She doesn’t need me, but she wants me, And she chose me
I feel scattered
The devil broke me and nearly destroyed me
He found chinks in my armor
He shot so many arrows into my dying body
I will always remain broken
But I hear that you use broken things
So if you use broken things
Here I am
Use me
I stand broken
Among a broken people
I can see all the cracks and corrosion's that fill our society
It nearly causes me to break even more
But if its true that you use broken things
And broken people
Here I am
●●●
i want
to say something
i wish to say many thing
i know you also eager
to utter every
thing

◆◆◆

our herats
are filled with emotions
our minds wish to make confession to the feelings which can't  be  described
during the  erstwhile time
through revelation *
◆◆◆

it's true
we neither
able to stop nor
make time prehension
while you are being with me
it's auspicious like the heaven
◆◆◆

your
refreshing
remembrance
it's
just like
dreaming
with the open eyes
so
admiring
n
awesome
always makes me alive
you are blessings of god
to my heart and soul
◆◆◆

in
accordance
to the destiny
i always  find you with me
to walk  on the path of
life
in
every
condition.
and with full
of ambition*
●●●

© deovrat 06-06-2018
I will not give in

If the devil wants my heart

If he wants my soul

If he wants me to drop my weapons

He'll have to pull them out of my cold dead hands

God allowed the devil to try to break me

But He can't have my soul

He can't have my weapons

He can't have my heart

Unless he pries them from my cold dead hands
 May 2018 ClawedBeauty101
LS
when a poet falls in love with you
you can never die
they will notice the way
you rub your palms and look down
when someone is angry at you
and the way you smirk
as you pull away from a kiss

they will notice how you can't sleep
without your body touching someone else's
how you never crease any pages of books
and how you close your eyes when you dance in your kitchen
with your record player on

they will find all of the words
that they see you as
and turn them into something beautiful

people say you die twice
once when you stop breathing
and when someone says your name
for the last time

if you fall in love with a poet
they will never stop
mentioning your name
you will be alive
for eternity
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