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Georgia Harkess Jul 2015
It lies there dormant at times
Waiting for a chance to escape
Patiently plotting what next to do
Knowing soon that I will break

Slowly it emerges from sleep
Flowing freely through my veins
Settling in to rest within me
It is whom I blame

It mocks me with every twist and turn
A Symbiotic relationship I wish not to have
Invading every fiber of my being
Making this once proud rebel a slave

No longer am I able to be
That strong person I was
In place now just a fragile shell
Who does nothing but withdraw

Maybe soon there will be a cure
For this evil that is within
Before my body is faded and dead
And I can regain my life again…
Caitlyn Morton Apr 2015
For those that are "just tired" and
have nothing to look
forward to:
there's someone out there
that will fill the hole in your broken
heart.
you just have to find them.
this is for those that think that
scarring their skin is more beautiful
than the world we live in.
for those that lost their virginity,
like me, at age 15, on a cold bed, with
someone who has even colder eyes.
someone that had no right to take
something so precious- so valuable-
away from us.
someone you thought you knew
so well, but at that very moment, he
turned into a complete stranger.
this is for those who spend every
waking moment, romanticizing about
suicide, constantly thinking about when they're
going to try again.

"I love you. I support you. You are important.
Live. Smile" :)
March 30, 2015
ShuckFacedGirl Apr 2015
Every step
sinks deeper
ankle deep in despair
sloshing and squishing
never getting
out of here
heart racing
eyes searching
my feet swallowed
below the surface
now knee deep
a crow’s cackle
echos in the distance
mocking my struggle to survive
hands flailing
a minut
attempt to
escape
the inevitable
sinking yet deeper
into the unknown
the monster engulfs
my legs
half free
half dead
my arms
stretch out
to embrace
a crooked tree branch
coated
in soft green moss
an attempt
to save
what is already lost
legs are concrete
feet are forgotten
my heart
skips a beat
and time freezes
all at once
brain, heart, and branch
break
swallowed by the Earth
no air
no escape
no hope
all is dark
all is dead
all is lost
squirm and wiggle
toes are twisting
toes are living
legs kicking
heart beating
arms flailing
Schloomp
I, and many others, are experiencing this dreaded sinking feeling, and eventually will pass over to the other side that's pulling on us, whatever that may be....
Ksm Mar 2015
My world is falling apart
This is all to hard
I can barely breath
Please god bring me some ease
I want this whole world to freeze
So i can put my world back together
And life becomes light as a white feather
I can only wish for that
But until then the colours of ma soul will stay matt

~
Cheyanne Lemons Feb 2015
In his brain, the metallic sweetness of the blood *****.
Because at night he strides on a tightrope.
Balancing between insanity and reality.
He takes pills cause they say it'll help his anatomy.
The clean flick of a knife against a throat.
He staggers and falls into the murky moat.

Don't blame him.

He's drowning in his own sorrow.
They swallowed his hope for a better tomorrow.
They locked him up in a casket.
Tied a bow around it like a basket.
But he's not six feet under.
He's stuck here, starting to plunder.

Don't blame him.

He knows that his past is drenched in black.
They told him he stabbed his mother in the back.
He feels their blood dripping down his fingers.
But still he can never remember what lingers.
The men in the long white coats talk about trees, and cars, and trains, and boats.
But all he can remember is the room that he's in.
His vest held together by a chain and a pin.

Don't blame him.

He's hugging the padded walls.
Dreaming of the day where his sanity calls.
He's tired, he knows that his mind is already expired.
Yet still every night, he strides on a tightrope as his essence is groped.
Everyday he's on the verge of insanity and reality.
He makes sure they don't change his anatomy.
His white vest restrains him.
It tends to drain him.
Everyday he dreams in blood.
But then again how could you blame him.
They'll eat him alive before his life claims him.

Don't Blame Him.
Cheyanne Lemons Feb 2015
Omission

She lies awake on her back
Trying to remember when she lost her pack

Sack, the memories into her face
It ruins her temporary happy place

Space, sometimes she feels she needs to be far
Locks herself away into a tiny jar

Mare, her skin it's bruised and scarred
Help her soul it's broken and charred

Barred, she bangs at her rusty cell
Scared of rejection she endures the smell

Sell, her heart to no one she won't
Until the return of her body she lount

Sewn't, the buttons to mend her heart
But the razors bent and the scars ripped apart

Dart, into the darkest pit of despair
Help her cry cause she's mentally impaired

Scared, she cuts her wrists for a reason
Only person that cared was farther than next season

Lesion, on her heart the trust and love
Only gave her body when push came to shove

Above, her demons trampled her
A feeling in her chest much like stuffed fur

Stir, the *** that makes her finish this life
Just like bread its easily cut with a knife

Strife, it all all ends with violent dissention
She falls to the floor in mortal penitintion

Attention, ladies and gentleman may I say a couple words
All she ever wanted was to fly free like the birds

Herds, of souls wandering in deep cognition
Now you can see her body at the local mortician

Omission
This is dedicated to anyone who's felt the greed of life...
Love is just a word that has no meaning
It sneaks into your heart with plans of deceiving
It's used by evil, meant for good
Never to know if they ever could
Hope is just a word to heal the broken
To make them believe the doors are open
Help them forget about the scars and their hurt
But when they fall it only makes it worse
Happy is just a word that hides the pain
Just a smile to hide the rain
To make them think that you're okay
That you're strong enough to survive the day
Forever is just a word that makes us cry
That makes us think we'll never die
That loved ones will always be by our side
Thinking that we'll never have to say goodbye
Words are just things
That people never mean
Just giving us false hope
To make us believe
That everything will be okay
But yet there's always someone crying
At the end of the day
Brittney Johnson Dec 2014
hold me like the sinking ship that i am
no hope for rescue
just like i told you
this sea will be my final resting place
Just Human Oct 2014
There is no such thing as love
With faces blurred and you're love in white as a dove
Millions of years of unknown wandering
Trying to spread your seed like wildfire
Evolution favors those with dominating characteristics
And you think I'm the one?

Sure, I may be interested in you now
My heart flutters and I feel a rush
My lips quiver with euphoria
As we express our love for each other the only way we know how
But when it all dies out
And I grow tired of all your benign cute mannerisms
The way you project optimism
The way you dance like nobody is looking
The way you actually like to *******
The way you laugh at my jokes
The way you deny your cynicism to live
To live like a meteor can crash down any given day
The way I feel like I can spend my life with you
Taking pills and sticking it inside of you
until one of us falls over
The way you can either outlive me with laughter
or dying laughing
******* I'm starting to hate your laugh
Eventually my ego wants a mini-me to pillage the land

I grow comfortable and know nothing else
You too will grow tired of my being
The way I am sad all the time
The way I push everyone away
The way at moments I am a total goof
The way when I want to be alone around your friends, I act aloof
The way culture feels like a silly thing
The way it feels like a constricting ring
Where people visit a website to try to break free
I wouldn't blame you for leaving me  
Or wanting to write cringe-worthy poetry

So keep that white veil by your side
And hide behind it with your reasons to want a man
But as charming as the devious one
Or as creepy as the well intentioned-sir
We all have a way with words
We will lure you in with false hopes
Recently novel intentions even we don't know
But not me; I am actually interested in you
as I am with any woman whom I like
I'm just not the one
Just take it off and let's ****.
Renmar Sep 2014
Cheerful was the day I was handed the family heirloom
It's funny how something simple can give you such hope
The kind of hope a toddler has when their mind is still pure
Purity like when you first discover what mint smells like and your parents are still your bedrock
All that yeilds when your present and future diffuse
Like the future of having 2 jobs that clash and you barely know how to use a ******* toolbar.
And the realization that soon enough you'll just be a corpse full of maggot larvae.
Then your only hope is maybe one day you'll be discovered as a fossil.
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