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 Nov 2015
Mila Berlioz
"Why do you sleep so much?"
"Are you tired? You don't do anything anyway"
"Why do you lay there alone?"
"Come out of your room for once!"

To all of them, I cannot tell them I'm depressed as an answer.
I cannot open up to everyone who asks me one of those.

I, myself can't answer those questions, I guess my only answer would be, "I'm depressed as ****".
Is that even enough as an answer? Is it a valid excuse?
Am I enough?

I guess I would just answer:
I sleep so I don't have to deal with life.
Yeah I'm tired, I can't do much, I'm not good at much stuff, but I'm so mentally tired that it all becomes physical.
I like being alone so I don't have to deal with being so insecure because of how awkward I am.
I don't and I won't come out of my room; real world can't come in.

I guess those are just lazy excuses.
It's not enough.
I'm not enough.
 Nov 2015
Shay
Who Am I?

Am I the mistakes I've made?
Am I the scars made with a blade?
Am I insanity?
Am I the bad side of humanity?
Am I the inches around my waist?
Am I supposed to be easily erased?
Am I the imperfections I see every day?
Am I the monster that tried to take my life away?

Or...

Am I the books I've read?
Am I the love I spread?
Am I the dreams I've made?
Am I all those kind words I've said?
Am I the bright light in a world so dark?
Am I the bonfire spark?
Am I the creativity I emit?
Am I the hidden soul and spirit?

Who Am I?
 Oct 2015
charlotte schierloh
i should have known, in the end
that boys like you don't like the sad girls
the broken girls, the fallen ones
the ones who cut their wrists and cry and night
boys like you don't like the sad girls
you want the happy girls, the pretty ones
the ones who cut only their hair and cry at weddings
i am of the first kind
a girl so sad the sadness overwhelms me
and in the end, i can only cover so much with smiles
so in the end, i knew you would leave me
 Feb 2015
WickedHope
Sometimes I want to **** myself
Then I remember
All of the people that need their wounds bandaged
And are left alone
Like I am
So I put some pressure on their cuts and gouges
While I bleed out onto the floor
And the red rises thick
Un-parting, an ocean, not a sea

     *All the easier to drown in
"Every road leads us home"

Where are the lies?

---
Title alludes to the movie the  Ten Commandments.
My mother obnoxiously repeats that line.
Behind that happy face,
There's a life of fright,
I have this horrible case,
Where I have to cut at night,
My face has gotten paler,
My arms have gotten bloodier,
My sleeves have gotten longer,
My nights have gotten harder,
Behind that childish face of mine,
I have a part if me that's all broken down,
People push me around and call me a kid,
When they talk about those teenage things they tell me to get rid,
They don't understand that behind that smiley face,
Is a girl who cuts,
But if I told them then they'd think I'm nuts.
Sucky poem. Like all my others but I can really relate to this :C
 Feb 2015
flustered
you tell me
these
blades
are dangerous

but darling
so are
my thoughts
 Feb 2015
oni
cut
i am an artist
of my own
destruction

i dabble in
shades
of crimson

my only
canvas
is a sheet
of pale flesh

and my artistry
is to
die
for
 Jan 2015
s
I feel like I keep waking up in a nightmare of my mind.
I'm so trapped.
I can't escape the fact that I have to
wake up again.
               And again.
                     And again.
When will I learn that I'm the nightmare.
I'm never going to wake up from this one cause I created it.
The only way to wake up is to destroy it,
Destroy myself.
I need to wake up.
 Jan 2015
Ciarra
Yes, I'm okay.
No I'm not.

Yes, I'm just really tired.
No, I'm tired of living.

Yes, everything is fine.
No, my world is crashing down around me.

Yes, I'll be fine
No, you'll be lucky to see clean wrists tomorrow.

Yes, I've been eating.
No, I haven't eaten, when I do, I throw it back up in disgust.

Yes, I feel confident.
No, I just wish I was perfect.

Yes, I'm fine being alone.
No, I just want somebody to love me...

Yes, I'm telling the truth*
No, I'm telling the truth.
Genesis Luna Serenity
 Jan 2015
Mikayla White
I never understood why I would walk around with a mask called a smile and pretend to be fine while I visibly was not

I never understood why my chest would get so heavy with emotions that I could not breathe or leave my bed for days upon days

I never understood why my image in the mirror would be so haunting that I would cry when my mom would remind me it was just a reflection that was distorted

I never understood why my physical pain would be easier to cope with than the emotional damage I had endured

I never understood why the demons in my head would tell me to do such unthinkable things to myself on a regular basis

I never understood why I was never good enough for myself no matter what I would change to better myself

I never understood why I wouldn’t let myself believe I had a problem when I so desperately needed help

and I don’t understand why I was so ashamed of something that wasn’t my fault but I do understand it has been a few years and things get easier

and I understand that without everything I felt, I wouldn’t be who I am today
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