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 Dec 2013 Christin
Maxamilian
Alone in her room
She stares at her broken skin
Then puts the blade down
 Dec 2013 Christin
Maxamilian
I will be alright.
It is a matter of time
until I am fine.
 Dec 2013 Christin
Ceryn
Why?
When every time we play with words
And add music to verses we don't sing
And give meanings by hiding reality
Behind the mask of our wondrous craft,
The time comes for us to be at last, at least,
Entirely understood
By people who are just as we are
Entirely misunderstood.
 Dec 2013 Christin
Ceryn
Self-harm
 Dec 2013 Christin
Ceryn
I'm loving you again.
 Dec 2013 Christin
Dia
This Close
 Dec 2013 Christin
Dia
The loudness inside my mind
Is preventing me from going to bed
It's hell--
Having to sit here while the words,
Pictures, music, faces and events
Whirl through your mind like a tornado.
There's a dark cloud trapped there, constantly raining on my mood.
Through it all, I sit,
Peaceful as if in the eye of the hurricane,
I sit and let my mind eat away at me and pretend that things are still alright
And hoping someone will see that they're not
Hoping someone will notice that I'm this close...
 Dec 2013 Christin
Dia
I drew a butterfly on my wrist
To stop this habit which persists
But I broke down and started to cry
The butterfly was torn apart and I had to lie
Once again, I had tried to get myself out
But my thoughts were much too loud
My butterfly, Wes, lived only two days
All he was trying to do was help me change my ways
 Dec 2013 Christin
Dia
How does one's life get so bad that they resent every morning they wake up, cry each and every night and regret every breath they take? I just don't get it. How--why--does this almighty God character let people spiral down so deep in their miserable existences that they want to **** themselves? Why does He let them go through with it if they're going to hell because of it? Isn't He compassionate toward us humans? Doesn't He want us to have eternal life or whatever?

If He knew that so many people would suffer so badly, why didn't he just **** everyone and start over? I'm sure we wouldn't mind an easy life in the Garden of Eden.

I wasn't really going to speak about God, it's just where my thought process took me.

Anyway, really, how does someone get to that point? To the point of jumping off that building, of cutting the artery, of swallowing that myriad of pills they've been saving up, of holding the gun to their heads before pulling the trigger? How does it happen?

I don't know, but I feel like I'm awfully close and I don't like it. If I knew how people got to that point, I could try to avoid it. Alas, I do not. That's what *****: a lot of people don't. And that's why so many people get there without ever realizing where they're headed.
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