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Samuel Evan Jun 2015
Look at me
Do you see my crying?
Just wait and see
Cause there's two of us dying
No it's plain to see
You need a transfusion
New life force to help you
Break through your illusion
Break through all the lies
That you've come to believe
All the lies that bring people
Down to their knees
They need some new life
A new heart to beat on
Beating and marching
Till their hearts are gone

Drop my hand my friend
It's really quite ok
This blood I give you freely
So you get through the day
I've drawn my blood on purpose
Dragged a knife clear and clean
The blood is coming freely now
And with it, please be freed.

You think my blood is on your hands
Think you're the one in foreign lands
But it's not on your hands
It's in your heart
Blood given freely's a form of art
No it's not a wound,
No scar will form
It's precise my friend
The way I've been torn
I've pricked myself clean,
The needle was true
This blood is a gift
This blood is for you.

My friend it's over.
There's not much to say.
To pull blood with syringes
You must pull away.
The blood's not on your hands. It's in your heart.
Be aware* of thy words

You could be a killer

©IGMS
Through the sharpness of your words,
You stabbed me.
It hurt so much knowing that it cut deep through.
Scraping away the memories
      from my brain
Scraping away the past
           that's caused me pain
Sharpening the knife
       to make it all go fast
Sharpening my senses
              so the feelings last
Wondering why the nights
         never go away
Wondering if I'll ever
          forget yesterday
Keeping my mind busy
           with all the mistakes
Keeping up with life
          through all the *heartaches
Nicole Dawn May 2015
No,
You did not hurt me
Not physically

You did not draw
The blood

You did not make
The cuts

You did not
Hurt me
Not physically

All you did was
Hand me the knife
And give me a reason to use it
Late night thoughts
Jinsen Jeanne May 2015
For every dream you held
Bite once the metal rod
For every life believing what you said
Tighten it
Tighten the screws to your head
For every night you slept
Soundly, oblivious
For every light you didn't know you held
Tighten it
Tighten the noose to your neck
If you dream
Past this point
No solace lies
See the face
Of honor
Twist into a knife
Incision
Precision
The external
Infernal force
Will leave you empty
Innards on the asphalt
Appalled and
Bleeding on the fault line
All night
Freddie Rogers May 2015
Sleep through the day
Wait through the dark
It's not what they say
It's what's in my heart

My body never sleeps, it just cries
Need another life before it's goodbye

Nobody knows
What really goes
Inside my mind
Should I be breathe or die?

Your brother in crime?
Nothing but lies
Turn your back?
Be stabbed with time
        

Im becoming unstable
From the deceit and fables
Should I trust them again?

**** it, im pulling the cable
Nikita May 2015
Her body was the canvas
Her emotions were the painting
And his knife was the brush
"What doesn't **** me makes me stronger"
Poetic T May 2015
Do you see what I see
I am the news
******,
Death,
Suicide
Was It them or me
The lines are blurring
Between what was
And was is real
There is blood on my palms
Is it theirs, mine or yours
What is happening to me,
Screams of those lying on the floor
Tears,
Blood,
Fear
Fills the eyes as they no what is next,
What to expect, I whisper words
"Not spoken by my lips"
As I look a light  shines down
Am I ascending to heaven,
Then I look to my left, Televisions
Show my face in a ****** crowd.
"I made the news"
A face seen in a crowd of light,
"Freeze"
"Hand On Your Head"
I hear their words as I raise shaking hands
"I didn't do this"
"That's not what your hand says"
I glance up as a blade duck taped to
My quivering hand. blood drips off
And I see that reality is sinking in,
"Hands on your head"
As I realise everything was me,
"Last chance on you knees"
As blurred moments flood through,
"I am what I am"
"Hi mum if your watching I made the news"
As lead rains upon me, I look up and see
Light,
Fading,
Darkness,
Envelopes my sight, the last thing I hear is
My own voice
**"I made the news, I made........"
Cat Fiske Apr 2015
Maybe it was better this way,
Better to learn this today,

Rather then trying to **** up a hard truth,
In years older then my youth,

you took my life,
and made me sharpen my knife,

and I handed you it,
you stabbed me with it,
and wouldn't even toss me the first aid kit,

Satin white stained red,
from blood shed,

and I sat there and wilted away,
and you still took my body and played,

And maybe I owe you a thank you,
Because now I have a few clues,

I know what you did was ****,
But at lest you let me escape,

who else would of let me out of there *******?
even if it was without your doing...

so let me just make this loud and clear
Because I might even toast with my beer,

Yes you may have helped me learn something,
but I learned that you matter no more than a piece of string,

but you were that worthless ******* piece of string,
that was holding my world together at the seams,
idk just thoughts on what ive delt with
Swords and Roses Apr 2015
There she was.
Suspended in water,
The fireman's daughter.

There she sank.
Over in that lake,
In the middle of a quake.

There she screamed.
With no one to hear her,
With no one near her.

There she fought.
Clutching at life,
Impaled on a knife.

There she died.
A thieving botched,
As a little boy watched.

There she was.
There she died,
As a little boy cried.
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