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Hanna Kelley Feb 2015
"You don't understand"
Said her friend with her broken heart.

"You don't understand"
Her dad sighed, begging for a new start.

"You don't understand"
Screamed her boyfriend, his wrists bleeding red.

"You don't understand"
Cried her sister with the voices in her head.

"You don't understand"
Glared the boy, bullied because he was gay.

"but I do understand"
Because I am not okay.

"I understand"
I have a broken heart too.

"I understand"
I need a new start, but you have no clue.

"I understand"
My wrists have bled, my family isn't very kind.

"I understand"
The voices scream and yell throughout my mind.

"I understand"
I am bullied almost everyday.

"I understand"*
Because I am not okay.
The road gets rough and your heart starts aching
The sky turns grey and it started raining
You want it to stop, but your energy's draining
Overflowing is the sadness that this mind is making

Each word that comes may hurt like a splinter
But now it's all too much, nothing to do but whimper
It was all so sweet, but now it turned so bitter
Gone is summer, now it's back to winter

Your life was colorful, now it's black and white
Starting to get mixed up if you're wrong or right
Wondering, asking, wether to give up or fight
Just hang in there and you'll soon see the light

There won't be a rainbow without a little rain
But it's a storm that came, now it's causing you pain
Drowning in sorrow, it's driving you insane
But soon it'll all be a stain that will never remain

Don't give in now for a temporary feeling
If you'll just let yourself take time for healing
No more concealing whenever you're bleeding
And no more grieving that your inside is *dying
Dedicated to the one that's hurting.
Sounds like a song & idk why

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
Devin Ortiz May 2015
Suppression weights heavy in my hand.
Holding the bleeding,
beaten remnants of my essence.

Outstretched, stripped from my chest,
clinging to the soft ideals
of a peace to never come.

Words of hatred, poisons I have made
created in failed attempt to love.
Piercing me, debilitating daggers
wounded, body broken.

All energy exhausted pulling
farther from me the strings attached
to what was once life.

Heart in hand, destroyed mantle
of my physical being, beating slowly
Crimson paints the floor.

Instinct shields this torn entity
to protect the last connection
the undying belief in love.
Life breathes
Taking breath from laughter smile and embrace
Exhaling sorrow loss and pain
Life shines through
Through overcast sky
Through shaded arbor canopy
Life grows
First by inches
Then by feet
Then after traveling miles
Life dies slowly
Gasping, reaching, bleeding
Life's tourniquet is love
I'm bleeding out
Shruti Atri May 2015
Don't hurt me anymore,
Stop clipping my wings;
Can't you see?
I'm bleeding here in agony...

The torture, the pain,
Why won't you stop?
Just leave me be...
Why can't you see the human in me?
Reverie Dawson May 2015
I know we are both human.
We both make mistakes.
But I 'am NOT your  punching bag.
You are scratching, shoving, and crushing me.
And I'm trying to run, jump and duck from all the words you throw at me.
But it seems like the ground is rumbling and turning me around back to your horrid words.
And it feels like every word that you speak brings me down.
Each word breaking and taring me slowly.
I guess I am your punching bag after all.
I'm fixed up with tape and glue, holding on by a cord.
Graff1980 May 2015
She has given more than blood
And in those sheets the seeds of deceit
Were planted deep
Emptiness spewing from her wrists
Silver gleaming razor crisp
Deeply embedded metal tip
That slashed and ripped
Her pale white skin
She slipped it in
To slide it out
Feeling every metal millimeter
And every maroon milliliter
Till the anemia of death
Was bled dry
Till the crimson
Became crusty brown
The last bath to bleed her of her past
The last question she never asked
Laying silently as she basked
In the calm but clammy haze
Of the last seconds of her last day
Reverie Dawson May 2015
There is something wrong along this lifelong road I am on.
This unsound trail, this confound lifestyle.
I'am crowned the lady of this daft road and little by little seeing how mournful and harmful it all is.
This path we all tread.
I walk with my  heart in the palm of my hand and set apart my mind from my heart.
Trying to restart my bleeding heart and sense of mind that set me apart.
I would blame you.
And run through this numb world.
But I'm pretty sure I did this to myself.
I'm fearful that I will never return, and I yearn for the time when you can look into my blood shot eyes and see...
Oh see
That I need you.
and so i tremble
oh, need i even regret
having tried,
having been broken beyond mending
like rare china?

the years balm not
for as the shadows follow
the lean figure, they haunt.
too deep for tears.
sighs would be trite.
but, there is no begging.

would that i could hate:
love betrayed is vinegar
poured on wounds bleeding.
but you shall be with me
for every hair
i hesitantly smooth
with suspecting fingers.
i shall not forget.
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