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 Dec 2014
Beaux
You look at me and see my tattoos
You look at me and see my piercings
You look at me and see my colored hair
You think I'm a useless punk
You look at me and see my long hair
You look at me and see my short, shorts
You look at me and see my white skin
You think I'm a stereotypical b*tch
You look at me and see my shaggy hair
You look at me and see I dress similar to guys
You look at me and see me hug my friend
You think I'm a lesbian
You look at me and see me dance
You look at me and see my small frame
You look at me and see a girly face
You think I'm a trans
You look at me and see my flaws
You look at me and judge
You look at me and make a comment
A rumor spreads
I get arrested for a false accusation
I lose my good reputation
I get food thrown at me
I get laughed at when I go down the halls
What happened because of you
I became a felon
I end up a drop out
I commit suicide
I get abandoned by my parents
You put it all off track
Your words killed my chances
You ruined my life
This was written to say: Even if you don't beat them up or yell names in their faces its still bullying to talk bad about someone behind their back. What you say isn't always true and don't believe everything people tell you. This is to show how you can effect people's lives. Don't say that it's over dramatic. Those are true stories.
 Dec 2014
PhiWrit
As my neck is embraced by the rough hewn rope,
The same rope that intends to strangle my last hope,
and life from this form,
Twitching, and swaying,
My body hanging warm.
Instead of six feet under laying,
I am in the desolate courtyard
Vultures circle overhead
Sun beats down hard
The earth too hot to lay in bed
To get a much needed repose
Rejuvination at its best
All I really need I suppose
Is to give my heart its rest.
Inject the ****** through my chest,
Needle point in my heart,
Plunger depressed,
I get my final rest.
 Dec 2014
WickedHope
Some                   times
when                  I use

kni                                        ves,
I am                                imag
ining                 your
jugular.
Don't ever touch me again.
EVER.
 Dec 2014
WickedHope
Bring it on
I'm ready to
Burn again
As you hold
The dripping wax
Closer
I'm debating
The pattern
I want burned
Onto my skin
Melted
Melt me
We're all melting
And he left my side
So what have I to lose
Pour the wax down
My throat
Maybe it will
Keep me together
Like he used to
"Wax."
 Dec 2014
firexscape
I guess you could say I've been okay lately
But I've been sleeping all the time just to escape myself
And I've started hating all of the people I love
Am I really okay?
 Dec 2014
firexscape
all your cigarettes
there's smoke in your soul
i swear you're asking for death
(more than the rest of us)
I have words inked in my bloodstream
you have them inked on your skin
you're WALKING ART babe but
art doesn't die
 Dec 2014
kylie formella
i'll be 23 at a liquor store on my way to a party
the boy who i'm with will think my name is sorry
maybe the cuts will be scars by then
but that doesn't mean i'll be better
i still won't know how to be sober
i'll be in a stranger's bathroom
crying my eyes out,
they'll think it's just the shrooms
but it'll be you, it'll always
be you
i'll talk about the boy who didn't love me back
even with *** and alcohol in the equation.
maybe i'll be okay then,
but it'll never hurt less
 Dec 2014
Fiona Mae
I was such a sensitive child, emotions on full alert
Constantly,
Consistently.


I would cry until dry
Love until abandoned
Loathe myself until broken.

But what kind of life is that?

I was  shriveled, alone and in pieces.
So I, like many, created a prison for myself.
I created unbreakable walls to hide in.
To keep my emotions inside while everyone else looked upon my hard exterior

I cannot pin point a time or situation when I lost all emotion
Or when I built walls to hold myself up.

All I know is that now I show nothing
I push people away until I am alone
And I tear off pieces of myself and use them to reinforce my walls

I see now that I have recreated my younger self,
I am still full of hidden tears
I am alone by choice
And have ripped myself apart
But instead of sensitive child, I am now a **heartless monster
 Dec 2014
David James Voiles
I saw scars upon her arms
I cried when I saw her scars
I promised never to hurt her
I said new ones woundnt appear

Now there are new ones
Now I have hurt her
Now I cry as the number increases
Now I see only scars upon her arms
I'm sorry I didn't mean to break your trust. I truly am sorry
 Dec 2014
Pete
I'm sorry I let you down;
I'm sorry all I did was to make you frown.
I'm sorry I can't make you laugh for now;
For I am not a clown.

I just want to make you feel in love;
Just like a flying dove.
I'm looking in the eyes of Love;
Where it is beautiful like the stars from above.

How can I make you smile?
Do you want to be alone for awhile?
Or I should stay away from you more than a mile.
 Dec 2014
Liz And Lilacs
If I told you I was happy, would you believe me?
I mean, I smiled, didn't I?
But you didn't see the scars
Or the bruises...
The red, tear stained eyes
The ****** torn cuticles
The anxiety attacks
You didn't hear the thoughts
screaming in my head.
You didn't see the poetry,
Or the sadness etched in my soul.
But you believe me, right?
I'm happy.
Believe me.
Please?
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