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A* *rtistry
M agnificent
B elievable
E lucidive
R *elatable
For my best friend :3
You inflict my pain.
You cause my stress.
You cause the agony that
rips me to a million pieces.

You cause my suffocation.
You cause your hands to choke me.
You cause the black that
makes it seem that I'll explode into a million pieces.

You cause the poison to enter my veins.
You cause my blood to run dry.
You cause my death that
tears the rest to a million pieces.

Sometimes I wish
that I could tear you to a million pieces.
But I hold back
for I am not like you.
I am not a murderer.
Like an animal inside you,
trying to get free.
So painful,
the demons killing me.

Like someone's strangling you
from the inside.
Lungs in agony
in a dreadful line.

It's hard to swallow,
it's hard to breathe.
Thinking of the problems
within me.

"I am a mistake,
so why should I be?
All I do is hurt
those who are closest to me."

These are the thoughts
within my brain
as I try to clear them,
but doing so in vain.

I am trying to swallow
the feeling of disdain.
But I am choking,
melting away.

Soon enough,
the demons run and flee,
leaving me with thoughts
that will never leave me be.

It's like a battle,
right in my lungs,
right in my mind.
I become so blind,
that it's hard to be me.
I suffer from anxiety attacks
when my nervous system racks.
It sets me away
in the wolf pack.
She hid things,
and left you in the dark.

He forgot things,
and caused her to anger.

They fell apart,
and he went with another.
She stayed behind,
in her wonder.

They fell apart,
leaving me here struggling
between which side to choose.

I am like the sun which gives warmth:
they revolve around me
as I give them advice,
but I try my best
not to get drawn in.

It's hard for them,
but harder for me,
as I'm tossed around
like a ping-pong unfree.

I don't want to be in the middle,
I just want to be free.
It's not my fault,
so why me?
If only my eyes could see white,
rather than the black of your,
hate,
lies,
torment.
Books:
the greatest weapons of the world.
Full of Mocking jays.
Each one being Divergent
to the others.
Books are like a Maze
that we have to Run through.
They're like a Testing
that will never end.
Not even the great Hogwarts
can stand against their power.
Books are more beautiful than the Twilight sky.
More powerful than Percy Jackson,
than the Heroes of Olympus.
Books are the true heroes of the world.
As you can tell, I love books. :D
Can I just leave?
I want to be done with you.
Can I just go,
and leave you be?
Can I just leave?
I don't want to be around you.
Let me go.
Or would you rather torture me some more?
I see the scars
on your wrist.
I see the tears
rolling down your cheeks.
I scream at you to put the knife down,
but can you hear me?
Can you hear me at all?

I see the pain
that you're bearing.
I see the abuse
put onto you.
I scream at you to put the bleach away,
but can you hear me?
Can you only hear silence
through the slicing detriment
of your own affliction?
Anyone else know someone like this?
The wall,
cold on my back,
but a trap all the same.
These chains are holding me,
from staying sane.
I need to get out.
I need to get free.
If only you
could understand me.
Claws that scrape down my arm.
Claws that draw crimson blood.
Claws that whisper,
"You're done..."

Claws that scrape the metal walls.
Claws that tear me to shreds.
Claws that whisper,
"You're a mistake..."

Claws that scrape my heart.
Claws that are seared in my mind.
Claws that whisper,
"I wish you'd never been apart..."

Claws that scrape my soul.
Claws they scrape my irises.
Claws that whisper,
*"I wish your mother had been bare..."
D* *estructing
A gonizing
R uthless
K *illing
****** hands in the dead of night.
Crimson stains dousing the pools.

Body on the ground.
Knife through the head.

The rage got out.
And I killed someone.
Words hurt more than we realize...
My friends are living proof because I was stupid.
I might be dying.
I don't know yet.
The doctors are still deciding
if I will meet Death.

I can feel
all the weird thumps.
I just don't know...
I'm in a slump.

The doctors have done the tests,
but no one knows yet.
Am I the subject of a pest,
or a huge destructive mess?
I have nearly an ounce left,
and everyone's getting ready to pounce me.
They want to destroy it,
so I have to beg and plead.

My own friend grows higher on the scale,
turning me so very frail.
Then I become angry
when you boast about.

You expect me to live under your rule,
to live in stupidity
for the sake of you?
I refuse.

No, no, no.
That is not what I'm saying.
Friend, please listen,
before I shout.

I feel stupid myself,
when others brag about.
You are not stupid,
and never shall you be.

You hate me, don't you say?
It feels like you do,
when you lead me astray.
I shall not be ignored for a good score.

I'm not trying to ruin our friendship,
I just with you would listen.
People expect me one way,
and expect you another.

Please,
listen to me.
I'm not trying to make you feel inferior,
or myself superior.

What is this?
Another lie?
Everyday, people make me feel dumber.
It only makes me sadder and number.

I am not lying!
I am not trying to make you that way.
I'm just trying to keep you away.
Safe from the troubles of knowledge.

My friend,
you have no idea, do you?
Being smart means responsibility,
and being hated all day.

I don't care about that!
I just want to feel more for once.
How many times must I apologize
for getting a simple better than you?

Fine,
be that way.
I was only trying to help.
But you pushed me away.

Knowledge is the only thing
that gives me an ounce of dignity.
When I have none,
then not a drop is left.
*I am nothing.
Dinosaurs have a language of their own:
Rawr- "I love you."

*I wish I could be a dinosaur.
Once you left me
I felt lost
When I found myself again
I didn't know what to do

Once I found you again
I lost myself again
To what is real
And what is make believe

I reached out
Just to see if you were there
Every time it feels as if
You're going to disappear
Once again
And now I think you're gone for good
The rain pours down,
like the tears from my eyes.
I can't stop you from harm,
I can't stop you from going.
I don't know why you want to leave me behind,
but I know you just want to go.
I don't need alcohol,
I don't need a buzz.
I don't need tobacco.
I don't need fake fun.

Music is my drug,
one that keeps me alive.
Even when living
isn't worth it at all.

Music is my drug.
It understands me more.
Humans can't comprehend
what I feel like when I'm awake.

Music is my drug.
It's only fault is keeping me awake.
I am tired,
but at least I have something that cares.
You  make my blood boil when you
Are  using your cruel ways to hurt those I love,
A  bomb that causes them to go detrimental, and you flood
Poison**  through their thoughts, deafening out my cries.
As I watch the sunset,
I see it is like a life,
gone in the blink of an eye.
Just like *that.
Fire is what I was,
what I am,
and what I will be.

I will stand,
as I am tried to be put out,
like an uncontrollable inferno.
Freedom, so sweet.
If only I could grasp you,
if only you were near.

My demons attack me,
spilling crimson blood.
I'm losing the battle,
fear consuming me.

I don't want to hurt anyone,
I really don't.
Everyone else,
deserves better than me.

Can you please go away?
Leave this war to me.
May I just go?
Or must I plead?

Over and over,
memories again.
Over and over,
on rerun.

My head turns away,
my demons to fearful to look at.
I ignore them,
just as they destroy me.

I reconstruct,
build my life again,
only to have to taken,
only to have it destroyed.

I hate this life,
but I'll wait for the next.
I'm not going to die,
no, not yet.
You're here, trembling with fear
You made it clear
You turned your back and now you've gone astray
Nothing left to say
What's standing in your way?
You had the chance to never walk alone

But you gave it all away
When I needed you to stay
Just open up your arms I need you here
I can't do this on my own
I got nothing left to show
Open up your arms I need you here!

Again, lying in your bed
Nightmares is in your head
Facing all that you just threw away
At the edge again
It's coming to an end
You had the chance to never walk alone

But you gave it all away
When I needed you to stay
Just open up your arms I need you here
I cant do this on my own
I got nothing left to show
Open up your arms I need you
I need you, here! Here!
I need you, here! Here!

You gave it all away
I needed you to stay
Open up your arms I need you here!

I can't do this on my own
I got nothing left to show
Open up your arms, I need you here
But you gave it all away
When I needed you to stay
Just open up your arms I need you here
I can't do this on my own
I got nothing left to show
Open up your arms, I need you here!
Why do you leave me here? Alone in all this fear...
I'm invisible,
I know you can't see me now,
*I've always been a ghost.
I'm not saying the word;
it's meaning does not work right now.
I'm not saying the word
because I know I'll be back.

No matter what is choking me,
strangling me within,
I will never say it
I will never say goodbye.
I can't be perfect,
no inspiration for happy.
I try, and try again,
with no luck burrowing through.
Please understand:
I can't sound happy,
in this metal box of no hope.
I'm alive,
with new books
and many songs I love.

I have a cell phone,
and a roof over my head.

I have warm house,
and I have a bed.

I have a computer,
and a small tablet.

I have good grades,
and teachers who care about me.

I should be happy,
but I hate being happy.

Happiness only makes me worse
after I see all the negativity
within this frail world.

Happiness makes me feel cruel,
like I shouldn't have it.

Happiness makes me feel greedy,
when others can't have it at all.
Hospital every year,
then every two.
This fragile heart needs mending,
for it's more than *******.

Two surgeries,
three months
and seven years.
There were so many tears.

My heart is so fragile,
it needs great care.
I will be fine,
as long as it's there.

Aspirin for six months
and probably more when I'm fixed again.
Medicine and hospitals are part of me,
as am I part of them.

I was born this way,
though I wish it weren't true.
It was merely a mistake,
or was I the accident?

"I don't mind hospitals."
It's a partial lie.
They seem normal to me,
but a screaming child
keeps me awake
when I try to sleep
the beeps away.

Let's take a moment
to appreciate
that we have technology
that keeps my heart awake.

I'm not alone-
I already know.
My mother was there too.
Maybe that's why I'm so askew.

The nurses are nice,
the surgeons are kind.
I just wish the matresses
were a bit softer... (:
Yep, I have a heart condition.
The first time we met,
you greeted me with a small smile.
You said, "Hello."
I just wish it didn't come with "Hell."
Her
Her
I bet she's pretty.
I bet she's tall.
I bet she's nice yet not.
I bet she's smart.
I bet she's funny.
I bet she knows how to have fun.
I bet she does her hair everyday.
I bet she has nice clothes.
I bet she has a nice phone.
I bet she sends late-night texts to you, saying she loves you.
I bet she expresses her feelings.
I bet she knows you inside and out.
I bet she's all the things I am not.

I may be smart,
and maybe a bit pretty.
But that's where it stops,
for I don't do my hair everyday,
or wear make-up.
I don't express my emotions,
through this sweat-shirt.
She's nicer than me,
but I can be when I feel it.

Why can't you notice me,
like you notice her?
Why can't you see,
that I'm actually here?
Why can't you tell,
that I'm alone
in this box of loneliness?
If you took the time to notice me
I'd have somewhere to be,
and someone to live for.
I can't stop
these hands
from expressing these feelings.

I can't stop
these eyes
from glistening with tears.

I can't stop
these feet
from running away.

I can't stop
these legs
from darting.

I can't stop
these limbs
from trembling.

I can't stop
these thoughts
from turning dark.

I can't stop
this imagination
from imagining the worst.

I can't stop
thinking about
what you did to me.
I didn't care what you thought of me.
I didn't care if you even liked me.
I didn't care if you thought I was prettier than the night sky.
Then I stopped caring about you,
and moved on.
If you want to die,
I won't stop you.
If you want to cause self-harm,
I won't yell at you.
If you don't care about anything,
I can't make you.
If you want to lose everything,
that's not my problem.
I'm sorry,
but I'm tired of saying things over and over.
*I'm sorry…
I'm done.
I quit your game.
I'm done.
Go to someone else.
I'm done.
I quit with your lies.
I'm done.
I quit living.
I'm done.
I quit living with your torture.
*I'm done.
Every word's a trap to your lies.
Every thought pushes me down,
***** me into the ground.
My shadow and soul wait,
waiting for you to let me out
from the dark stain of your perfect life.
Blood runs red,
lies run dark.
There's not one spot
that's a spark in this storm.
You put impostor thoughts in me
replacing the ones of healing.
I'm breaking out but of these chains...
but why do you keep dragging me back
into this cell of destruction?
I am going insane.
Oh wait, I already am.
I see the demons already,
I see the floods.
At least I don't see,
crimson blood.
Shaking, are these weary bones.
Trembling is this heart made of glass.
Quaking is the Earth beneath my feet,
as I take a tired step into the light.

I have hurt so long,
too long to tell.
This feeling is new,
so how do I embrace it?

I fall to my knees,
not sure I deserve it.
I have done wrong,
hurt so many.
Am I really here?
Or am I dreaming a great dream once again?
I'm too shy
to say my thoughts.
I'm too shy
to speak up.

I'm too isolated
to make many friends.
I'm too isolated
to defend.

When you find me some paper,
or a gentle screen,
I'll speak up,
and I will say what I please.

I will rant,
I will rage.
I will create a war,
though it doesn't seem me.

The thoughts in my head,
kept quiet until now.
I have found some paper
to make my crown.

Don't put me in public,
don't put me on stage.
I will only blush
and stammer away.

I am an introvert,
so quiet, you see.
But I am the loudest
of the three.
Extroverts are loud.
Introverts are silent.
Ambeverts are both
where the three are seen.
It was a waste of time,
so I stopped doing it.
Now I can't do it at all,
no matter how much
I feel like I should.
I stopped,
and now I can't.
Plain and simple
as pain itself.
I told myself not to cry.
Now it feels like
it's impossible to ever do it again.
Sometimes I try to force them out,
but my tears have run dry.
I thought I could love you forever,
but then you saw my broken scars.
I thought we were perfect,
but it all went down in flames.
I didn't think my fight was over,
but I knew it all the same.
I thought you weren't
**gone.
In this jar,
take a look please.
It's full of the tears
you caused me.

In this jar,
the crimson looks black.
It's full of the blood
you shed from my back.

In this jar,
the creature is alive.
It contains a demon,
and that demon shall thrive as long as you're here.
**** me,
just do it now.
I'm done with this life,
with all its stress and anxiety.
My parents say
that I'm a demon hotel.
I say
that I'm just living how I want.

**** me,
just throw my life away for me.
I'm done with all the tests.
I'm done with all the misfortune.
There's no one
that will ever love me.
At least,
it feels that way.

I'm so confused.
Some people aren't ignoring me,
but yet they are.
I feel so lonely...

These hollow hands,
this hollow body...
It needs something,
someone to fill it back up.
Yet no one seems to hear the echo
from inside.
Sometimes I just feel
like everyone else is
ordering me around,
and not respecting my space at all.
Whenever I tell them to go,
they just seem to show.
I didn't invite you
into my bubble,
so why do you have to burst it
into rubble?
Just leave me alone,
if I don't want you to be shown.
It's that simple,
so do it and just go.
Grabbing my sleeve,
as I try to leave.
Tears running down your cheeks,
tears running down mine.
I don't want to go,
but it's against my will.
I'm chained to a wall,
as the blood falls.
Drip, drip, drip
down to the floor,
and killing my whole.
I will wait for you,
as long as you wait for me.
This is not suicide,
this is not a cut.
This is just my soul
thinking of the future beyond.
You said you loved me
when the clock hadn't ticked five minutes.
So I said it back,
just to keep you happy.

I know I'm a liar,
and I shouldn't be.
It was the only way
to protect your feelings.

You were smothering me.
So many I love you's,
so many love notes.
Too much for me to handle.

I felt like I was suffocating,
choking from the inside.
I didn't know how to handle the situation,
I'm sorry that I lied.

Please don't be sad.
Please don't cut your wrist
only because I cut our 'ship.
Please don't die...

I'm always here,
if you need a friend.
No, not another lie.
Just something to live with.

I'm sorry
for all the pain I caused.
I'm sorry
your emotions got too much
for me.

*I'm sorry I never tried.
I'm sorry for being a coward...
I'm sorry for lying...
Please don't hurt yourself...
It'll only make us cry.
L* *oving
I nexplicable
G iving
H ealing
T *rustworthy
Let's shed some light on the subject
of how my life is going.
God answered a prayer,
and here I am smiling.
Never thought it'd happen,
never thought I'd see joy again.
But here it is,
joy standing in front of me.
It leaps into my eyes,
and dances like a willow tree in the wind.
I am happy once again,
but how long shall it last?
I*  *felt like I could trust you, but I
Misread  the caring look in your eyes, and
You  *are the one that caused my doubtful heart, one that can never trust again.
Why am I here?
Do I have a message?
A purpose?
Or am I just walking aimlessly,
down a moonlit path,
surrounded by darkness
as well as a light
that leads nowhere?
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