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  Apr 2016 Jojo
Mitchell Mulkey
When you die
Does every thought you ever thought end up forgotten?
As your brain decomposes
As brains typically do
Do you lose the memories you once had
For what good do these memories do when your dead
Will you forget every face you once saw
Forget the definition of beautiful
Love
Happiness
Sadness
When everything goes black
Do you forget every color
So no matter what
Purple
Red
Blue
Its all black to you
When you die will you forget everyone you love(d)
For what use are they to you now
Will you forget every conversation
Every suicidal thought
Every thing that made life ****
Or
Made life perfect

But I guess we wont know that until we die
But even then
Will we know?
  Apr 2016 Jojo
Wanderer
A butterfly kiss like a smile in the wind
  Apr 2016 Jojo
Violet
today i looked
at my cuts
they were all
healed until
i picked up my
blade only to
do it again
thinking of
you is far too
painful for me
and i cannot bear it
any longer
goodbye
  Apr 2016 Jojo
IcySky
There's marks on her body.
The cuts on her wrists,
The bruises on her legs,
The bags under her eyes.

These marks you see, she makes.
The cuts she does,
is to feel something.
The bruises she makes,
because she feels ugly.
The bags under her eyes,
because she can't sleep.

These marks you see,
she makes.
To feel pain,
to feel prettier,
to not rest.

Until her body is a goner.
These marks you see,
she makes.
  Apr 2016 Jojo
R
She cuts for the
times she can't ever
replace.
She cuts for the
love he'll never
return.
She cuts to know
what it's like to be
alive.
She cuts in places
where nobody will
know.
It's not that great but it's something.
  Apr 2016 Jojo
Aesthete Flower
The Blood doesn’t pour out anymore,
But the scars still show,
Will these wounds ever heal?
Or be forever sore, the memories a bright glow?
The pain still remains,
The tears still fall,
Rivers of the blood still stain,
My wall remains tall.
A razor blade carved into my hip never my wrist,
Every cut shows pain,
Every scar has a story with a twist
Too many problems to explain
There is nowhere to hide
No reason to even try
Inside I have already died
As I disappear, I break down and cry…
  Apr 2016 Jojo
Kareena
You told me tonight
You were worried about me
Worried that I was depressed
Because you don't think
I'm happy anymore

How would I know?
What is depression?
Even if I knew
I wouldn't admit it
It would make me too sad
By the way, I'm not depressed
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