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Anonymous Oct 2013

The Burdens I Was Born With, The Burdens I Died With

Finger nails chewed away,
In fear of my very scary thoughts.
My hands shake with the anticipation,
The anticipation of what comes next.
Looking in the mirror,
Just for a single plead or sign of life,
But to no surprise I know it's time to go.
I steady my hands,
For utmost precision is key for the next few steps.
I look at the task at hand,
Disappointing all especially myself,
But when don't I do that.
Maybe if I had that group or friends?
Maybe if I wasn't so ******* annoying,
But these are the burdens I was born with,
But these are the burdens I died with.
Look into my eyes one last time,
I want you to tell me,
Tell me what I did,
Before I do it.

Anonymous Oct 2013

Upbringing

The only thing you need to know about my upbringing is,
My dad was around enough for me to rely on him,
But not enough for him to be reliable.

Anonymous Oct 2013

The Harbringer

I feel broken inside.
I feel dead inside,
No that's not right,
I wish I felt dead inside.
Some nights I put a blade to my neck.
Wishing for the courage to do it.
It's not like taking my own life,
It's just the removal of my shocked 11 year old innocence.
All that would be left would be an empty shell.
A reminder of what used to be.
I get angry sometimes,
I believe the world deserves to feel the guilt,
The guilt of being the harbinger of yet another youth's innocence.

Anonymous Oct 2013

Creation

I believe beauty can only be created by broken people,
We abstractly shape our creations,
From the jagged remnants of our soul.

Anonymous Oct 2013

...

Nothing, That's not true,
There is something, An endless stream of darkness,
A never ending stream of perfectly withdrawn moments.
Living life the way it was never intended,
Not living it at all.
Just watching it pass me by.
I guess it's petty, the way I remove myself from the equation,
But in a way I never wanted anything more, than wanting nothing at all.

I'm leaving the title as empty as I feel.

Anonymous Oct 2013

At the Edge of the Horizon

Gun in hand,
Blinded by the sun,
Shining it's light on my flaws,
Exposing the hate I hold for myself.
Mere inches from the edge,
The edge of the horizon.
To step off into nothingness,
To feel the cold,
Tight,
Grip of depression slip from my throat.
Fall into the sweet comfortable feeling of nothing.
Destruction is mere beauty,
What more beautiful to destroy than yourself?
To take every single thing,
Every second you fought,
Every dream you've ever conceived,
Every single ******* memory you have,
From yourself.
Some things you just can't come back from,
You know...

Anonymous Jul 2013

Humanity's Hopes

So many faces,
So little emotion.
I look into the face,
For just a little trace of recognition.
But these are strangers,
Strangers made strange by pain.
I put all my hopes on humanity.
Not knowing if I can survive a letdown.
push me a lil' harder.
Be the wall I desperately need.
Because I hate to say it.
But I will fall down the darkest hole,
With the purest intention.