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Jan 2015 · 535
What's going on?
Why are we leaving?
Why are we scattering?
Why are we screaming?
Why is there blood?
Whats going on?
Jan 2015 · 1.6k
No Escape
What is life?
Why does it hate me?
What did I do to deserve this?

I ******* hate my life
I want to die
There's no reason why I'm here

My only escape is music
I lose myself in the muse
When you take it away
I hate myself

When can I die?
Can it be soon?

Why didn't the accident **** me?
It was supposed to
I just got myself into this
I cant back out now

There's no escape
Please save me,
I cant get out
Jan 2015 · 768
Torture
What is wrong with me?
Why do I hurt?
Why do you hurt ME?
You beat me for what reason?
Was I not what you wanted?
Do you want me dead?
I don't mind if you hate me
I just want to be loved
I'm only four
Whats wrong with me
For you to do this to me?
I thought i was the love of your life
The one you would always love?
Is this going to go on forever?
Please stop
I don't like when people
Ask about the bruises



I'm ten now, Dad
You still hit me and bruise me
I think this is going to go on forever
You are abusing me
I didn't realize back then
You hate me don't you dad?
You want me to die
You make me bleed
You're such an *******
Why did you **** mom of you didn't want me?
You LIVE for my demise
I cant wait until you ******* leave
Go back to your job, *******
I'm smart now
I could tell
But this is making me stronger
I'm testing myself how long in going to let this happen



I'm sixteen now, Dad
Two more years
Then I don't have to talk to you
You are sexually abuse me now
You make me trust no one, Dad
You disgust me
Go **** mom
Isn't she good enough?
You ended up getting me pregnant
What am I supposed to do now?
You got your daughter pregnant
Congrats Dad
I'm not having this baby
You took it to far
This has gone on for FAR to long
Are you proud?
Your Daughter is pregnant with your baby
You really ****** this one up didn't you?
I'm telling someone you did this
I needed to get this off my chest
Jan 2015 · 596
The Abuse
They scream louder this time
There's nothing I can do
I am everything they never wanted
It's so clear to me now

Pulsing music from my iPod
Drowns Their voices out
I know that wont stop the fight
Just from you hearing it

I cant help but think of when they were happy
I wonder if it was my fault
If I had just been beautiful
Mom would have tried to halt
If had gotten straight A's
Dad would have cared
Instead of hurting me

I've tried so long for them to see
All I've ever wanted them to be
What every other family always had
But my cries and pleas have only left me
Hopeless, Broken, Sad

Once again I open that drawer
I sadly know to well
Grab that blade
To solve everything
At least for now
I lift my sleeve
Just one cut
I close my eyes shut

One tear slips down my vulnerable face
Then the flashbacks
Once again
Of the times where my father made sure I knew
No one will ever want me

I let that blade break through my skin
I hope to God that I'll eventually be okay
My old life
Dec 2014 · 383
No crown.
A princess lost in her own kingdom,
no crown is placed upon her head,
no luxury she does get,
only the wet pillows from tears on her bed,
she has bruises and scars on her body,
from all the times shes been kicked around,
all the tears she has cried,
enough to make all her enemy's drown,
she cries and weeps,
here on this floor,
in her black and white world full of hatred and pain,
as her family hits her again and again,
with depression and bulimia,
she starves and cuts,
people say shes phyco,
say shes going nuts,
but this insane princess,
is craving love,
but she only gets her uncle standing above,
demanding her to let him have his way,
to **** her, and all she can do is hold her tears back till hes away,
then when he goes,
she screams and cries,
she thinks of her family in which her despise,
will anybody save her,
bring the colors back into her life,
as right now she lifts her knife,
to her wrist and slices away,
mutilating her skin,
till her head does spin,
then she passes out,
no regret, no remorse,
that insane princess,
her life has run its final course.
I couldn't think of a title.
Dec 2014 · 375
Baby girl
Baby girl
I know it's hard
It's going to be like this for a while
That blade isn't your friend
It's not your fault
Yet you still cut
It hurts me to see your scars.
Up and down your arms
Your legs
One across your throat

Baby girl
It's not your fault
That you're hurting
So much that you hurt yourself
Everyone has problems
I'm sorry everyone sees yours

Baby girl
Your flaws are perfect for me
You don't need to worry
You are mine
Even though you don't know
You are falling for that guy
That guy that isn't worth you
He doesn't understand you like I do

Baby girl
I need you
I love you
This is from my late best friend. xc I found it in our messages.
Dec 2014 · 556
The Will
Its like a private battle
Going on inside my head
My mind says, “Use the razor.”
My heart says, “Live instead.” Its like a little warzone
And I’m standing in the battlefield.
The scales could tip either way
And to the darkness I yield.

I keep this secret locked within me
But it escapes in a crimson tide.
Soon everyone will know
That once again, I’ve lied.

I try to control the urges
But sometimes I crave release
And I know deep inside
That my blade will bring me peace

On the nights that I don’t lie awake
Dreaming of far better things
Than cutting myself and watching it bleed
I’m quietly reminiscing

The good old days
Where the need to bleed
Didn’t exist an an option
Because I could grieve.

But the tears don’t come anymore
And its red blood I cry
And now I fight off ugly thoughts
About different ways I could die.

Sometimes I ask myself “Why?”
As the knife rests on my wrist
Such a temptation to take my life
And yet I still resist

I know I’ve got things to live for
Like myself and my friends
But each day I face the fact
That few people understand

What its like to walk in my shoes
To be a self-harmer
To make these marks on my skin
And to think thoughts far darker

Than any person really should
But I wake up each day
I think maybe its time to break this habit
Although it seems so far away.

Each day brings me new pains
And also something new
A chance to leave my past behind
And color my world something other than red.

— The End —