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Molly Daniels Nov 2015
as we grow older
our hearts grow ever colder
the thermometers of our souls
dipping ever lower
and soon the shards of broken
glass
and
hearts
are the only things that phase us
so we start slitting our wrists
in an attempt to bleed out sadness
within us
Molly Daniels Nov 2015
clinks of razor blades
against each other sounds
far more like church bells
tolling
than i would like it to
and it has been this way
since i can remember
Alex John Peace Nov 2015
cold and lonely, tired of feeling down
wishing you had someone but no one is around.
thoughts run through your mind,
you think it's better to end your life.
But just hear me out before you go and pick up that knife.

Please don't cut, please don't cut.
I promise you you're loved,
just please don't cut.
If you feel the need to say you're all out of luck,
I'm just a call away when things get tough.
The fact of the matter is you are enough
so please don't cut, please don't cut.

I know things can be a struggle
and sometimes you don't know what to do,
but there is help out there for people like me and you.
You feel like no one understands you,
you feel like your constantly being judged.  
People make you feel like you're worthless and you're not enough. They label you and not a single word is true.
But who cares what the world says about you?
They don't know you or any of the **** that you've been through.
You wish people would listen and not just assume,
that you're fine because you always fake a smile.

No one is there when your sitting alone in your room,
no one is with you when your praying to the clouds above,
no ones there when you need a bit of love,
no body cares when you have nothing left to give,
it's no suprise when you don't want to live.

please don't cut, please don't cut  
I promise you you're loved,
just please don't cut.
if you feel the need to say you're all out of luck
I'm just a call away when things get tough.
the fact of the matter is you are enough
so please don't cut, please don't cut.

You pick up the knife just to feel human and alive.
Cut out all the numbness that people make you feel inside.
I know you want to get out all the pain,
but trust me when I say cutting is not the way,
It really ain't worth it, you'll just end up feeling ashamed.
You cover up the scars with long sleeves hoping that no one will see, but I can see that you're hurting inside.
I just have to look deep into your eyes.

please don't cut, please don't cut
I promise you you're loved,
just please don't cut.
if you feel the need to say you're all out of luck
I'm just a call away when things get tough.
the fact of the matter is you are enough
so please don't cut, please don't cut.

I know it don't seem like it right now,
but things will get better and you will get out,
of this dark place that you feel trapped in.
you're not alone, if you need someone I'm just a call away on the phone.
You might think you're worthless but you're worth so much.
I promise you, you are enough and you are loved.
Just promise me you won't cut tonight.
#depression #mentalhealth #self-harm
Cody Haag Nov 2015
You're killing your body,
It's giving out under the abuse;
Your poisonous habits ending your days;
Why are you hindering your liver's use?

Oh wait, I know, you're depressed with life,
But you do realize that to us its also been a knife?
Everything has fallen apart on us too,
But this isn't something I'd ever do.

How can a person be content with harming loved ones,
It leaves me feeling so stunned.
It's clear that you don't understand love,
If a there was a deity above, it's you he'd judge.

Not me, not the homosexual,
The cutting, suffering boy,
Who has taken a toll,
Serving as your toy.

Poison your body, go ahead;
I'm not a murderer, but these thoughts are in my head.
If you want death so bad, I'll let it take you,
But I won't let you drag me along with the things you do.
Isn't it odd
how beautiful the
image of blood
flowing off your
hand can be?
i don't understand why you don't want to live
when i sometimes just live for you -
i know what your inside looks like,
i know the cold blue mountains and their cliffs
and i have seen you fall off them, into
that deep black sea of sadness;
i know you're forgetting how to swim.
i do not think you know me just as well -
you cannot see the way i feel most days:
like your hands are the pillars of my mind
and your words are watering the valleys of my soul.
i am afraid that you will never know
and afraid that if you do, it's not enough
to keep you from wanting to stop your heart.


cs
this could trigger self harm or suicidal thoughts, please take care of yourself
Cody Haag Nov 2015
Your daughter, you allow her to roam,
While you remain in your drinker's dome.
It's okay because your teenage son
Will watch her while you have your fun.

He doesn't need a happy life,
You've ensured him so much strife.
He should cater to you, **** his spare time,
Disobeying you is a crime.

But you punish in unfair ways,
Screaming, breaking things, making him pay.

You'll regret it some day, I promise,
His children you will come to miss,
For their cheeks will never experience your kiss.

He'll keep them, and himself, far away,
Repaying you for all the days you made him pay.
This is a really personal piece. I am the boy.
Cody Haag Nov 2015
Fly away, and die tonight,
That's what I told myself.
But as I held the blade,
I stared at a photograph on my shelf.

My green-eyed boy, head against my chest,
Stared back at me from where the photo rest.
"Don't do it," his eyes said,
Discouraging me to stain my knife with red.

Though I struggle, and sometimes drown,
I am the lover that he has found.
His safety is guaranteed while I exist,
But if I go, his name will be next on the list.

I will not transfer my pain unto him,
This agony, which is terribly dim;
That would be evil, because I love Michael,
He is the only one who makes my heart full.
How do you tell the one you love most of all
That you've failed?
rough ribbons chafing already irritated skin,
sleeves made just long enough to hide what i don't want you to see
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