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The Jarl Jun 2016
I bleed as a grinding stone
Although I shed skin, the stronger I grow
Until I am sharp enough to vanquish foe
I will bleed as a grinding stone
To press against and press on
The wheel acts against me
Something pushes me forward
Even if I do not shape correctly
Until I've lost too much to recall my woe
Until I can't bear to press against anymore
I am bleeding
As a grinding stone.
Viseract May 2016
"Are you human?"
"Do humans breathe if they're dead?"
"No"
"There's your answer".

I'm dead inside, my heart still beats
My presence gives people the creeps
I didn't mean to be this way
I'm the reason people stay away

And lay awake at night
Shivering, eyes wide with fright
I'm the reason people starve
And I'm the reason people fight!

I'm the dark surrounding the tunnel
The ever-present majority of the funnel
Stray off the path and you'll find me
And be as bad and ****** as me!

I'm the shadow through the woods
I'm the figure in the hood
I'm the violence you can't resist
I'm the reason depression persists!

I'm the dead that's breathing
I'm the pain you're bleeding
I'm the undead surrounding you
I'm the demon inside of you

So when you ask "are you human"?
You know now what the answer is
I'm the one to blame for all
The hatred and the pain
Not about me, obviously
Eleanor May 2016
How sweet are the lilies she grips in her hands
As white as her dress in the moonlight
Yet she inhales harshly through her withering lungs
She gazes towards the sky with tearing eyes
The cold emptiness burning inside her chest
She whispers the words under her breath
"One day I will be the lucky one"
"One day I will be the lucky one"
"One day I will be the lucky one"
The words float to the sky
The lilies turn red
She has no control over her head
She drops to the ground and the grass becomes her bed
Staring at the moon she crys once more
"One day I will be the lucky one"
Hoping with all her might that it will come true
And her life was taken too soon
By the knife they call depression
The bullet they call sorrow
The rope they call lonliness
And if your heart is beating
Then you are the lucky one
Because most of us are bleeding from self-destruction
Colten Sorrells May 2016
my teeth are rotting from my skull
they're coming out today
it seems my body's breaking down
but I guess that's okay

I often sit and wonder if
I'll live to twenty-five
without someone to reassure me
everything is fine

the story of my life so far
is like a Country song
with nothing meaningful to say
and it takes way too long

she said she loved me for my heart
but I knew that was fleeting
because sometimes I just can't tell
if it's still even beating

my teeth are rotting from my skull
my Muse has left me, too
there's always
something breaking down
and nothing I can do

and at this point, I just don't care
if I should live or die
with nobody around
to tell me reassuring lies

I'm left without the only thing
that ever made me strong
so everything is ****** now
just like a Country song

she said she loved me for my heart
but it's no longer beating
but why am I still leaking out?
how could I still be bleeding?
And just like a Country song, this **** makes me feel pretty homicidal/suicidal
MJ May 2016
Yesterday, I smiled.
All my worries fled.
Today they came back to **** me.
Tonight, I fear, I bled.

Why do I bother with laughter
When all that water will drain?
I can do it myself.
I can substitute laughter with pain.

Don't tell me to quit my moping.
You don't know what I'm crying about.
You know, part of me is still hoping
That someone will figure it out.

Then I remember, I'm on my own now.
So I guess I'll be bleeding alone.
No more dreaming of sleeping in someone's arms,
My pain and my tears are my own.
MJ May 2016
I'm screaming.
I'm crying.
I'm burning.
I'm dying.
Does nobody hear my plea?

I'm drowning.
I'm bleeding.
I'm choking.
I'm needing.
Does nobody even remember me?

They're laughing.
They're dancing.
They're singing.
They're prancing.
They don't see me dying alone.

They're happy.
I'm not.
They'll thrive.
I'll rot.
My pain will remain unknown.
Julie Apr 2016
I don't understand. Was I born to be a mirror?
To let the world see themselves through the shards of my broken heart?
To break into smaller and smaller pieces, cutting into the fingers of anyone who tries to help.
I am mirror, hurting and hurting in a endless pool of sharp edges.

I tried to keep my head high,
Looking at the clouds and shaping them into dreams.
One was a smile, the other was love.
Yet they left me to join the sun.

I was only there to reflect its rays,
I am only here to reflect smiles and love in monotone eyes of glass.
Vanity can't light up the dark without destroying the light in someone else.
Take away my light, will you? Just drown me in your continuum of black holes.

There are four babies born every second.
Two leave. Two live.
One of them is a mirror to reflect the other.
The other shines in full glory around a sea of blue.

I was born a ******* mirror.
A piece of junk thrown at the end of a driveway when it broke.
I am a mirror sitting at the end of the curb,
awaiting for the muffled roars of a garbage truck.

I am a broken mess that weeps
in the blood of your polished red pumps.
in the rust of your pre-made punk earrings.
in the tears of your pearl necklaces.

Oh mister, oh miss,
Can you see yourself in me?
Please, don't throw me away.
I'm broken, I know, but I can fix myself.

Please mister.
Please miss.
Don't leave me. Make me feel special.
Make me feel me.

Mister?
Miss?
Didn't you hear that?

No. Please. Don't throw me away.
Give me a chance.
My shards could serve for something.
Anything. Please.

Please.

I know I'm a mirror.
But I bleed too.
Jack Jenkins Apr 2016
I forgot when I
Plucked you
From the rose bush
You had thorns

The blood dripping
From my heart
Reminded me
You still hurt
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