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She Writes Jul 2018
POETRY-
Words written
To heal the wounds
From words spoken
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Pain flows close to heart
Happy thoughts now that you're gone
Whispers of the past
Still by the window sill
Re-examining myself,
the wounds that haven't healed, the scars that haven't faded.
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Sitting here haunted
My thoughts are reservoirs
But they can be art

For I'm living art
Filled with emotional memory
Untapped potential

Pain that always drips
and aches as I age in life
But it helps me grow

And though I do love,
I am wrapped in hatred's thorns
Not all wounds will heal
I have changed, but some things don't.
Undoubtedly due to my ambition and drive for stability, I do tend to hold on to the hate that was put in me long ago. And it is a pain that I have had many in my life denounce as something insignificant...
Some part of me wants to let that hate go, but the other part is afraid to.
I just count my lucky stars that I'm still here.
This headache is just reminding me of my wounds and scars.
But this is a conduit to which I can let it out.
Thanks everyone,
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Lydia Jul 2018
the last thing anyone wants to hear when their hurting is that
"it will get better with time"
but it's honestly the truth

one day you really will be going about your daily life and that baseball in your gut won't be there anymore

you will find yourself slowly but surely in a different state of mind, so much so that you won't even realize you're not sad anymore
you'll find yourself around those new people everyone said you would meet, and doing all those new things everyone said you would do

the sun is still going to shine and there will be days the sky is bright blue and the best songs come on the radio all in a row

But one day you'll be driving down the road or folding your laundry and it will hit you,
that pain you thought you had forgotten
but this time you'll be stronger, you'll be wiser and you will be better for it

when it comes out of nowhere you will actually feel content for being human but also uplifted because it's over

when I was so sad and heartbroken I used to think "time heals all wounds" was a saying people said who had never felt real sorrow
now I know the ones who say it have lived their life through the hurting and came out feeling just like I do right now
melinoe immortal Jul 2018
No fentanyl, midazolam or propofol.
Operation: childhood destruction using
non- sterile gloves.
Removal of parts of the brain and heart,
septic nightmares infect the mind.
   The body shivers, loses control.
Gangrene of the soul.

Antiseptic, aromatic soap,
scraping the epidermal dirt.  
  Scratching so hard, unable
to get rid of the hurt.

Happiness decapitated,
enters the cemetery gates
pointing with her morphine-coated fingers
to her tomb.
Chronic torture and no remorse.
A pre-meditated ****** of dreams and hopes.
Amanda Kay Burke Jun 2018
That's when it finally hit me
That was the exact moment I knew
We were really over and I
Didn't mean anything to you

You returned my old sleeping bag
Along with my bicycle and t-shirt
I know that's what I asked of you
But I had no idea how much it would hurt

To see my stuff outside my house
Waiting for me to carry it in
There is nothing left of me in your room
Guess it's done and now you win

You did not have to hear my voice
Or see my face, you just handed my
Belongings to a friend we have in common
He was nice enough to bring them by

You wanted it to be quick and easy
Painless, at the end of the day
I bet you thought it through and concluded
It would be better this way

These wounds they are not healing
Remain like cracks in a concrete wall
All I am yearning for is closure
I look and nothing's closed at all
Written 6/9/13
munachi Jun 2018
I can never cut.
But sometimes I swear,
It feels like wounds are being carved into my heart,
And I wonder if carving these wounds unto my skin
Can relieve it.
This kind of pain you can’t reach;
No matter how far into yourself you stretch,
If I could grab my heart and squeeze it till it is numb;
Like I would if the knife slips;
Till all the red in my finger fades away;
Till all the pain in my heart fades away.

I can never cut.
Except with the words I stick myself with everyday.
You taught me how to self-harm, I took the blade from you,
And convinced myself that it hurts less if I’m the first one to say it;
That if I kept cutting at my heart,
If I kept giving myself scars,
Then the ones you gave me didn’t matter.
And I never let them heal;
The wounds,
They never heal.

I can never cut.
Because for the life of me I cannot get accustomed to pain.
I cannot get accustomed to you hurting me over and over again.
I cannot get accustomed to bleeding inside.
My wounds are too afraid to be seen.
My wounds refuse to etch themselves unto my skin;
To be so bold.
I cannot wear myself inside out;
My pain inside out.
But I swear,
When these wounds are being carved into my heart,
I consider if carving them unto my skin,
Will ever relieve the pain.
please don't cut.
XyL0S Jun 2018
Forgiving...

It isn't about saying its okay...

It isn't even about being okay,

But about telling them that you aren't,

But will be fine...



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We all will be...
Vener Jun 2018
A single cut from my bony wrist--
    up towards my darkened elbow

It's amazing how blood slowly seeps through--
    staining its path a rich crimson hue

A gentle throb before a numbing ache--
    much like before, it's always the same

Shallow wounds are, dare I say--
     nothing more than teasing temptresses of our world today

Blood seeps through, staining its path--
     much like our influence--as we ignore nature's wrath

It's amazing how I still manage to contemplate--
     while ignoring how the cut has become increasingly irate

Shallow wounds

     Shallow wounds

          Shallow wounds.

I really don't understand the sight--
     It just isn't for me--try as I might

Then again, this isn't something I necessarily hate--
     but it surely isn't something I'll try again after this day

Shallow wounds

     Shallow wounds

          Shallow wounds.

Care to give it a try?

   It might not have done it for me--

      but I know it's sure to satisfy.
inner battle scars
Amanda Kay Burke Jun 2018
Trying to stay up, life is getting hard,
Holding me down, chains round my heart,
These scars are bars put up to guard
Deepest, softest, most vulnerable parts,
Tells me I'm pretty why dont I believe?
I look in the mirror, but I don't see,
Can't find anything beautiful in me,
Just a broken girl, shards of her heart on her sleeve,
Roaming the globe, looking for home,
Scared to get hurt so I walk alone,
On my own, few people really know
The real me behind the smile I show.

HOOK:
Trying to fix damaged spots,
Wanting to get back things I lost,
Repair broken emotions I feel,
Not all wounds are meant to heal.

Why does it feel like my insides are bleeding out?
This hole in my chest I'd rather be without,
Have nothing to fill it with besides doubt,
These pent-up frustrations make me wanna shout,
The truth about me is that I am too proud,
And when I talk I sometimes get loud,
Won't  listen, words lost in a cloud
Of blame and pain, I go round and round,
Ask questions, with no answers to be found,
Just screaming silence, I'm sick of the sound,
At night thoughts keep me up, I'm spiraling down,
Writing the anchor tying feet to the ground,
The only reason I decide to stick around.

HOOK

I wish I could start again,
Do right the second time,
Find a way to heal my pain,
Maybe then I would shine.
I miss who I was before pain transformed me into the bitter cold person I am today. I can be so loving but distant and closed off simultaneously. I am not happy with myself most of the time.
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