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Jack Nov 2018
The sun sets on a beautiful day
The lights shown dimmer
The day draws nearer

It’s a dark night
Something to behold
The star don’t shine
The lights are gone
My heart as empty as the sky
The only thought

Kitchens are weird
We cook and clean
All so we can do what
Learn to live
Why would you do that

I love this sound
The scrapping of metal
Drawing out an edge

My room
Almost as dark as my soul
The sharper the knife
The darker the blood

I’ve wasted away
Far to long
I hold it close
Right to my chest

It hurts at first
Then it feels good
I realize my life has no meaning
So a swift stab
Then I keep repeating
It doesn’t hurt it just feels damp
The floor
My clothes

My soul

All are red

Now
I’m
Dead
Sorry for all those that have depression if you want to talk to someone message me
Colm Sep 2018
The slowest pain
  In the back to explain
    Is when someone you've known
      All along from the start
        Pulls out the knife
      Slowly inching by inch
    Almost surgically
  Barely missing your original heart
An old write about an old misunderstanding. It's sad really. But I did my part.
miki Jul 2018
if you were to look inside yourself
what do you think you would see?
a puppy chasing cars
or a happy family?
or would you see a beast
devouring your insides,
ripping you to shreds,
cutting you with knives?
would you see all blackness
just simply nothing at all?
or a monster called depression
who’s building you a wall
to block you off from reality
so you will just be gone
from this devilish toxic home,
where you just don’t belong.
Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2018
If I could remove
Knives you put in my back I'd
Still leave you unharmed
Forgiveness is taking the knife out of your own back and not using it on someone else no matter how bad they hurt you.
Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2018
You think I really hate you
Know I ******* should
But I do not think I ever will
Any girl in my place would

In head screams echo off the walls
My soul rotting, begging to heal
Organs a meager cushion for substances
Heart beats but doesn't want to feel

Raindrops pound, I miss your kiss
And I swear painful truth is all I  see
Used to write my adoration for you
It is clear you are unworthy

Picking at emotional scabs
Left by resentful carving knives
I wonder between snaps of anger
If this is how you wanted us to live our lives
I wish you would have thought things through
Kirill Jun 2018
Vicious lies, like knives, They cut.
Stabbed in the back, the eyes and gut.
Couplet
Anthony Mayfield Jun 2018
Pins.
Needles.
Knives.
Shadows.
They know my name.
They seek my fame.
stop
My Temple plays unwitting host
To the horrid displays they love to *****.
I don’t think I can bear to know what’s wrong
With me.
Stop.
I don’t think I can bear to know what’s strong or weak.
Weak?
Weakness?
Weakness.
Frailty.
It all comes down to the end.
It spins,
It slides,
It taunts,
Stop!
Maybe if I spin again my own weaved web to comprehend,
Then maybe I can fix this flux that burns down my will to trust.
STOP!
Or maybe I can fly again or jump to the sun;
An Icarus end.
STOP!!
die.
I SAID STOP!!!
I’m broken this time, you can bet.
It’s what I get for casting light on my silhouette,
When I wasn’t ready yet.
I said stop
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