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MikeyP May 2018
All I want to do is cut.
I want that taste of metal down the tip of my tongue.
Run jagged lines down my body
Make me feel the pain of a sting so ice cold, I scream in a gasp of air.
Send chills through my body that make each move and every step difficult to bear
I want to see blackness as my fist collide against my temple
I want that hard smell of blood in my nose as I hit my eye just right.
I want to deck myself to wear everyone will see the ****** I am
Beat myself senseless
****** and black and blue.
Weezy as I fail to move.
Nothing satisfies my thirst for blood
I want myself dead, yet....
I manage one more day without a touch of a blade.
One more day without physical pain to myself
david snyder May 2018
Razor Razor please be honest,
Who here has fought for the longest,
Razor Razor please don't lie,
Who has chosen not to die,
Razor razor drawing blood,
Who here has survived the flood,
Razor Razor causing pain,
Who has chosen to walk in the rain,
Razor razor in the shower,
Who has survived their darkest hour,
Razor razor cutting skin,
Remind them scars are not a sin,
Razor Razor you have been blamed,
Remind them they need not be ashamed
Razor razor have some fun,
Scars are marks from battles won,
Razor razor in the night,
Remind them they are winning the fight,
Razor Razor hold it in,
They're fighting a war and they will win!
dedicated to those who cut
Stella May 2018
I come to your for help
Not to be criticized
I come to you so you can alleviate my fears
Not to be told “I can’t help you”
I come to you because I acknowledge that I need you.
I’m not a basket case
Like others think
I’m not depressed
Like everyone assumes
I’m not eccentric
Like the masses believe
I admitted I needed someone to help me
But why did you say that you couldn’t?
When will I ever get help?
When will anyone ever believe me?
When will somebody start to care?
Why would I get help
If all people do is say I can’t help you
It hurts,
That people would give up so easily on me
It hurts,
That people don't think I can actually be helped
I hate it.
The feeling of despair
After another therapist
Turns me down.
Am I too broken to be helped?
Am I not worth the work?
Am I something that will forever be a failure?
I just need someone to help me
Why can’t you?
Yeah, wrote this from experience... I was so ****** when I was told I couldn't be helped. Anyways, I hope you like this. Thanks for reading.
Haylin May 2018
Roses are red, violets are blue,
They say it's addicting now I know that it's true  
But the roses are wilting the flowers are dead  
My hands are shaking and my hips are lined red
Logan May 2018
Hey there,
It's been a while, hasn't it?
Well, I'm writing this, to tell you how I wish this could end,
How I wish I could make you feel,

I'm saying this, because I'm sorry,
Because what else is there to say?
I want to be able to tell you how I feel,
Over Coffee and Ice Cream,

Do you remember?
How we used to drink the Bittersweet, kiss of milk,
Top it off with crisp, creamy ice, chocolate syrup sifted ontop,
I remember,

I remember the excruciatingly warm feeling,
Such a bubbly, delicious emotion,
I remember how you'd smile and grin at me,
And the tempature would increase,

I remember how you'd cool me down,
With spoon fulls of ice cream,
I remember how you'd laugh through chattering teeth,
And a scalded throat,

You'd sometimes spill the Coffee onto your pale skin,
Stare at it, Giggle,
I remember the pitchy laugh,
All that I adored,

You'd giggle and say, "I'm perfectly fine,"
And I'd smile and giggle back,

I remember the day, when I became curious,
As to why you spilt it on yourself so much,
What it felt like,
Why it looked like you planned each step so precisely,

I remember the curiosity leading me into a clutsy state,
Spilling it on myself, Splashing it onto my skin,
Leaving behind a tingly feeling,

I remember you watching carefully,
Mimicked emotions, as if it wasn't fun anymore,
And you'd smile forcefully,
And giggle again

I remember how much I loved the time we spent together,
Those moments, Touches of ice cream, Sips of Coffee,
Your touch, Your laugh,

But then, I remember,
I had to leave,

I missed those cups of Coffee,
And those tubs of Ice Cream,

For, it was unhealthy,

But, please, one last time, can I see your face?
Reflecting off my steaming hot coffee?
And can I stare at you a while?

Because that'd be enough,

I'd raise my mug, shout, giggle,
An impolite action, but I don't mind,
Your smile would be enough,
I'd probably embarrass you,
My selfish desires taking away moments you dream of,

I'm afraid none of this can happen, My Dear,
Because I think you'd try to cool down my Coffee,
And I can't stare into your big brown eyes,
That's why I cannot share it with you,

For, this'll be my last cup of Coffee,
My last tub of Ice Cream,
Staring into the steamy abyss,

And then?

I'll pour it over my body completely,
Feel the burn, the warmth, the tingly feeling,
I'll let the stinging cascade over my body,
relieving chills, Coloring my body red,
Make me Evaporate,
And I'll think of you,
To comfort the end of my own fate.

So, I'm sorry I couldn't possibly share that last moment with you,
As you requested, Because I know it's unfair,
Because, even then, sharing that moment with myself wasn't fun,
I didn't giggle, or smile,
Because I couldn't move,

But, that doesn't matter now, does it?
Because, in the end, nothing is left, these actions do not exist,
There's nothing left,
But, an empty mug of Coffee,
And a half full melted tub of Ice Cream.
Haylin May 2018
I fight the urge to slit my wrists every time I close my eyes.

Did you know that?

I'm so broken. No one wants me. I have good moments but oh my god I fantasize about bleeding to death on a cold night. Please god, I don't wan to fight this. I just want to die.
Haylin May 2018
Razors;

Just one
slash on the skin
and enough
blood will gush out
then it’s finished
you’re free
and dead

Poison;

Easy, not
one sweat would
drip from your skin.
Just drink
nonstop—
don’t pause to
catch a breath
because you wouldn’t be
needing it.

Choking;

A lot effort,
but will definitely do.
You will need some
time with yourself
and only you.
Tie the most beautiful
knot you could do,
then hang yourself
like one of your
favorite clothes.

Pills to sleep;

One,
two,
three—
doesn’t matter how many.
Drink it all,
and you will fall
deep asleep
and wouldn’t feel it hurt.
It’s just like
overcoming a nightmare.

Intentional Accident;

Wander around
the dark, quiet highway.
Sit for a while and
maybe write a little.
Look around, say,
"I’ll miss you."
And then by now
maybe a car in a hurry
would hit you.

Drowning;

Oh, how calm the
sea looks like.
Would I bother its
sleeping time
if I jumped in it
and hugged it
tight?

Trigger, pistol, gunpowder;

Daddy had a pistol
hidden in his drawer.
He said he would use it
if some bad person
tries to burgle.
He only knows of
one kind of bad person.
He never suspected
he was living with one.
Lizzie May 2018
suffocating is lovely,
the carbon dioxide is bottled inside my lungs and bounces rapidly

it makes me feel so alive

drowning is extraordinary,
the water floods the empty parts of me and makes me whole again

it makes me feel so normal

cutting is splendid,
the poison is finally leaving my blood stream and i'm healthy

it makes me feel in control

the problems make me different but they make me feel so normal
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