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timothy johnson Dec 2019
runaway from the pain
cut my wrist in the rain
silver birds fly away
i know death is a shame
especially when they have fame
who am i? just a name
we are one in the same
both heartache and pain
you make me feel some kinda way
but i cut my veins
to send endorphins to my brain
hillary litberg Aug 2019
every time i hit rock bottom
someone digs a little deeper
now these walls are too steep
i’ve not enough grip
slip and slip and slip and slip
pickup and pack up perpetual bags
start the process over
with new characters
and settings
and expectations
but the same feelings
and probably meanings
and letdowns and stained cheeks
should i cut or burn this time?
there’s one thing i control
another:
where shall i take these scissors
to my forehead or my closest ties?
that are holding me together
but all too tight
well
is it weak to wither away
at the hands of something
i can’t see?
my demons are only metaphors
just like those bags and ties
i used to think depression pains
were the same
but they’re as literal as can be
not just tears but pangs
broken hearts bleed faster
and tarnished lungs take shallow breaths
the past took a pocketknife to my skin
carved and scooped me out
and turned my body to a little tease
that won’t give me the real mortal thing
i wrote this when i was rlly ****** sad lol
jordan grant Sep 2017
every morning i awaken and sigh
with dismay i have to live another day
friends as if I'm okay
im fine
i say
you see the thing is i could try open up
but i would not know where to start
no words can describe
this emptiness and loneliness
hey the list goes on but why bore you
ill say I'm okay and you can cary on with your day

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