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LostNotFound Oct 2015
I don't know anymore, I don't understand myself
and my surroundings, I don't like who I am becoming.
A moment I'm okay and then in pain.

The soft sounds of melodies , flow through my brain, reminding me that I'm not sane. I don't know if this is normal and I couldn't really care, I'm just so sad and I don't understand.

I'm scared and it hurts to much to care, I wish I understood this feeling because now....

**...I don't know who I am.
I craved presence and dreamt of intimacy:
of arms wrapped tight around me in the darkness
and lips like wildfire scorching throughout my skin.

Of midnight drives and trips to crowd-less theaters,
chafed balaclavas and pseudo-****** sprees.

Of laughter and a smile not like the sunlight
but the moon's: enigmatic, forlorn, lonely.

Of self-destruction and notorious luxuries,
and hands, laced against my own,
comforting, solid,
a drop of water in the desert.

(A kind of love that could give me what I wanted,
and what I wanted was oblivion.)
Julia Aug 2015
people romanticize self-harm
as if it's nothing special
and really, no one is alarmed
everyone's stopped being careful

it's not just about the blood
it really eats your heart out
the suffering makes your head flood
and everything seems so loud

you can't just seek pitiful attention
saying "oh, look, i'm depressed"
you really do deserve a lecture
because the real deal would say so much less

cutting ruins your body
it also pierces your soul
you seek a friend or just anybody
but you always end up alone

the cup of coffee in the morning
is the only thing keeping you alive
the rest of the time you're crying
trying to get thoughts out of your mind

you've got a stash of blades
hiding under your bed
today your sister got engaged
and you might end up dead

you try to down twenty pills
with a chug of burning *****
maybe then you'd see flowery hills
but it's just likely to cause you trauma

you stare at your own blank wall
trying to find a slimmer of hope
and nobody's there to watch you fall
as you exit this life with some dope
having dealt with self-harm problems myself, i understand and empathize the current confusion and a somewhat "hype" poor teenagers have. some may disagree, but it's really just my perspective.
LostNotFound Aug 2015
Today I was free, Today I was fine,I
remembered what it felt to feel alive.
I remembered how it felt to breathe, the air within my lungs.
But I knew it wouldn't last this long. I heard whispers at the back of
my mind, stopping her to thrive.
It didn't matter, today was good.Thats all that was truly on
my mind.

It was great, today I made my **Escape.
LostNotFound Jul 2015
Today I feel okay, I could make it through the day, but still
something lingers growing at the back of my mind.
It's her .I know it is.

Her voice whispers lingering here and there,
slowly I start to wonder and I can't see the air.
I kick and punch stronger than before, but still she screams
"I don't think so you *****!"

I stare at my reflection and cry and ask why
Why do I fight myself, Why does she not die?

Today I won another battle, hope gleams in my eyes,
Today her voice has weaken.Today I truly tried.
LostNotFound Jul 2015
Everyday she scream's and yell's
louder than ever before, I hear her screaming
louder inside my head yearning to reach the surface.

I fight her as hard as I can slowly,losing
inches of myself,As she gets stronger and stronger
I lose myself deeper and deeper.

The girl I once knew is slowly gone, fading into the
darkness now called home,I ponder on
whether hope still exist.I wonder if I could ever win this.

It's not the fear of others or whats around, but the
demon inside my head fighting to get out.I push and kick
as hard as I can, but I seem to get tired and drown in quick sand.

I'm losing my sight I can no longer see, there's darkness placed all
around me.I see the world with my own two eyes, but there
it is dead inside, the darkness has become a familiar fate.

**All I can do now is sit and wait.
LostNotFound Jul 2015
Everyday she scream's and yell's
louder than ever before, I hear her screaming
louder inside my head yearning to reach the surface.

I fight her as hard as I can slowly,losing
inches of myself,As she gets stronger and stronger
I lose myself deeper and deeper.

The girl I once knew is slowly gone, fading into the
darkness now called home,I ponder on
whether hope still exist.I wonder if I could ever win this.

It's not the fear of others or whats around, but the
demon inside my heard fighting to get out.I push and kick
as hard as I can, but I seem to get tired and drown in quick sand.

I'm losing my sight I can no longer see, there's darkness placed all
around me.I see the world with my own two eyes, but there
it is dead inside, the darkness has become a familiar fate.

All I can do now is sit and wait.
It comes when you don't expect it.''

Everyone has at least once in a lifetime a breakthrough.
When that happens they are two more ways that will seek and find you for sure, to make you choose just one of them.

Keeping up your breakthrough,
or Self-destruct it are these two ways to choose from.
The Self-destructive way will always appear glimmery and seem promising for more breakthroughs.

But there only can be one space for the real breakthrough in lifetime you can hold on to.

Like all veins lead to the heart.
Like each individual plant that leads to its root.
Like all fallen leaves with only one journey's end.

To add one more breakthrough to the one you already have,
can lead you right to self-destruction.
So be aware and focused for your next breakthrough cause they won't be many.
by Zouhayer Ben Amor
Nirvana Jun 2015
With shallow breath and watery eye
Trembling limps and left with a sigh
The heart beneath nearly die
The moment you said, goodbye...

I don't need drugs
To ruin my life
With an emotional outburst
Its hard to survive
Just an excerpt from Goodbyes... are never good!!!
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