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 Dec 2015 cg
hsc
Suicidal Thoughts
 Dec 2015 cg
hsc
Eventually all these
Negative things will pile up and
She'll lose her mind.
She has nothing to live for.
So why doesn't she cry?

They hate her and probably wish they never had her.
She's sorry.
She's sorry for it all.

If she ended her life right now,
Neither of them would even shed a tear.
For all their sadness, grief and unhappiness,
Would be gone...
Dead;
Killed.

At her own hand.
And she'd regret it not.
For now, at least, she can be at peace.
She CAN be loved and she will.

And there, at least,
She won't be thinking suicidal thoughts.
I wrote this the 31st October, sorry for the late upload, just been very busy. This poem was an actual description of how I felt that day
 Dec 2015 cg
Candice
Untitled.
 Dec 2015 cg
Candice
What if,
you're becoming the person you hate?
you're becoming the person you thought you'd never be?
will you be crazy or will you just go with the flow of life?

What if,
we never experienced being sad,
will we appreciate the times when we're happy?
Or will you be crazy and live like an idiot?

What if,
we never experienced pain,
you think life would be happy?
Or will it be plain like your heart?
Do you guys agree that "what ifs" are the most painful one?
 Dec 2015 cg
pluie d'été
Insomnia
is only a dream

Darkness
Illuminated
Time moves
So slowly

The mouse no longer
Runs up the clock
The mouse no longer leaps

Gazing across an expanse of white
(it's not the ceiling, my darling
it's the antarctic
upside down)

Breathing in time
with the wind

Why are your eyes hurting
If they are closed?
 Dec 2015 cg
Jack B
Desire
 Dec 2015 cg
Jack B
at the core of my being is a beast
so selfish
it is unspeakable
yet so human
it goes without words


*oh to be loved.
 Dec 2015 cg
Jason
Insanity
 Dec 2015 cg
Jason
This pain in my chest,
The feeling of disgust,
I have it all the time.
I cant sleep,
Paranoia the whole night,
I cant have friends,
Or a life.
Im too insane,
and too unworthy.
        j.b
 Dec 2015 cg
Rockie
Touch Upon My Insanity
She whispers
Into the white walls
Touch Upon My Insanity
She cries
To the men and women in white coats
Touch Upon My Insanity
She screams
At the white buckled jacket
Encasing her
In a never-ending repetition of
Touching Upon Insanity
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