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Ash Jan 2012
i cut
i cut to feel
to try nd see whats real
they tell me not to
one day ill go to far
and itll be the end of me
but i push it away
at times it doesnt matter if i die or not
because i cut
to feel something
anything
as the blade slides across my pale skin
the blood slowly comes to the surface
ive been doing this for so long
i know the tricks
to keep others away
but i always told someone
tonight i dont
sufer on my own
let my arm bleed
feel the blood drain
i keep going
more then before
my arm isnt visable
just the sticky red juice
dripping slowly down
my need isnt done
i keep going
soon i feel light headed
then i start to lose feeling
in starts in my figures and toes
i keep going
still cutting
im not sure ill ever stop
my hand can no longer hold the blade
my sweet friendly blade
thats always there for me
tonight will see the last of me
hes the only one i want to see
a lonely tear falls down my face
i didnt have time to change this
i wouldnt if i could
tonight i can no longer feel anything
im almost gone
and still nothing
i just dont care
i say my goodbyes...
everyone left me long ago
everyone but my friendly blade
so goodbye dear friend
you have done your job
ill leave this cold dead world thinking
dreaming
of you
Nana Delacruz Mar 2013
You sufer
You love
You never forget who you really are
You scream
You hug
You'll never leave my heart
Don't be scared
Don't be sad
Just be yourself
And know that we love you
Ahna Jill Sims Oct 2016
Do they know
Do they know how i sufer
Do they know The pain
Do they know the real me
Do they know how it fills to be alown
Do they know im sad mad and angry
Do they think im fine
Do they know
              Do they know....
                           They think they know....
                                                 But They Dont know....
aldo kraas Oct 2023
Healer
Is my father
Who have made
So many miracles
In the sick people’s lives
A long time ago
Now they continue to
Live there lives
Every single day
Healer
I want you to make
The same miracle
That you had made
To the other people
That is alive
It is so wonderful
To know that
They are having there
Lives back without any
Sickness
I sufer from depression
And I must say that it is
Very hard for me
To live with my
Mental illness
aldo kraas Aug 2023
Healer
Is my father
Who have made
So many miracles
In the sick people’s lives
A long time ago
Now they continue to
Live there lives
Every single day
Healer
I want you to make
The same miracle
That you had made
To the other people
That is alive
It is so wonderful
To know that
They are having there
Lives back without any
Sickness
I sufer from depression
And I must say that it is
Very hard for me
To live with my
Mental illness
Everyone suffers but not alls suffer suits. If you must sufer, nothings worth of more glory and respect than injustice with no cheeks left to show not clothing to give with coats and bread to break with, i have given you the best of me and i cant think of no one better to have it. Stay out of trouble.

I too thought it to like me what never and none the way it use you been used and i am glad to be counted by among them the humble and the meek to gladen in green fields led once the orphants inheret the world to be wild again and gentle.

Once some repay the due for every tear that overflood the glass once the wicked sun saw each and every of few brothers not brother in deed nor word nor heart do yet in all three will repay hundred folds of they done long after admiting they never should. That broke my heart and left it to fate to fix to never trust to who known as the brothers of nothing and fathers to never and sons to nowhere to go for death a question of honor as for the forest to green when burn or leave to ash to gray without will a wind to care to add to the dirt  from under his nails he carries out to find a reason and be of help not helped, abonden all hope you who enter gates of no one minded to name told

welcome hopelessness and crulty a laugh of a joke on who wasted a time and prided in ****** success of no use but of other of what matters then fear  and power they dumbed of feared to loose like a dream to wake up, for grace let them sleep and rain a lot to rain through and seeds to have a use and find rest their soul a way to dream and dream on like the weeds of meadows fated the fools pay to owe to one of the one horse towns rabbits and cows and goats
to eat like them before in the name of sure same a clue or similar mean not remembered.

Eversince the while is forever and golden age where it rained sweet and in mud was made love and children cherished to hide a piece in their palms behind their backs like a treasure making man laugh kind as gently as the picture of our god we been made to be and woman to mind to their hands to take to wash and to explain why and how very beautiful they did. Pain is a lesson of poor. The rich in god teach kindness of loving the sinner and call upon brother till he might, to answer not the question, do you love god?! But to ask to forgive for free is done and made by a breath of a word who minded to take a risk of a knife in a back of a heroe from nothing but a coward would and got left in cards to be far from friends worth or any name worth living and hard to be and to known by in strange land of certain but forever what always and men
To take responsibility for their action whatever cost to god.

Man enough to stand on the mountaintop to be close to dare yet apologize for to the mountain to greet an old friend as few that recalls that silence that smell of hope the language of gods ear never heared speak a man whatever means to not say is meant yet more unsaid for the view their soul given green and brown and did bold and asked to be strong as every color of laughter by childrens mind and voice to flawless like the proof in heart no longer needed recalls the thoughts as far they reach to be better than to be best in matters good faithful.

and spoon we weightin on the way downward in bound to the way of ages go and many mountains to climb to greet to tell the year we found to be as called in favour in mens hearts put to wake up with like a mountain is to the country and whats more to mens trust like in stone printed rule the love fated to last till the gates to reach they call beautiful and our names we are and souls yet to meet and the truth! him to see his face and her in love   to cry a kiss on its scareless hands and you to havin bowed

Cared to careless to become as god to found and nothing else no longer matter compared yet matters no less. Said me to have care enough to give and love that loves like a dog dumb to hatin and deaf to threats of foolish and blind to attemps of anything but friendship, of any but friends.  

"Because little folk in nowheres of middle and from all far not understanding nothin, how could?!" Your answer to the sunflowers of the fields in voice as turned to finish pointed to the sun that didnt notice and knows no more than and cares far less. And we laughed with all that hearts then near to and appreciate.

Id say this salt still has a taste to your food to be, if eatin of hunger to feed and taste to feel to know by the chairs and the table to sit or stand near by or together on its feet like a song or time lended an ear, if its the teacher you wish to hear, the good news be, still. Land made by god a home of man a kingdom too as the kings is, so the love to thank you in heart a full for you heared those without voice and learned to speak from and spoke to as  to beggars begging a meal promised to find to hear for two once and speak for three again and sit with the gods. Asked the one without bag to allow me to dress anew in silk and gold and velvet once, if to believe to dare a promise of a man that told you, you shall.

Of sun be made and made to suit a smile it made so many of a smile not fated. And for that and that alone there was to hear the sky spoken of its beloved son its well pleased in.

Called on children for man to be not young but younger that age easily found of beggars charming the mud holy to eyes that can for heaven to learn them to teach from to ask for two and to expect none of the cold to near and those in pain to bring to compare winter with misary of the poor to meadows to root in the great garden and flower for god as beautiful as laughing if allow to be what all it takes to father a bliss a miracle be of children to art.

What whispers quickly called the man of god and him who pointed at to be who said the words its given in a promise them all their hearts all they want to once to give had say to realize having the power just realized and laughing brought the kingdom among them all waitin to happiness a smile a reason to hope enough to make a man sing the song of heavens till.

Twice to greet and three times to ask to make sure to believe a brother and what our home.
aldo kraas Sep 2023
Healer
Is my father
Who have made
So many miracles
In the sick people’s lives
A long time ago
Now they continue to
Live there lives
Every single day
Healer
I want you to make
The same miracle
That you had made
To the other people
That is alive
It is so wonderful
To know that
They are having there
Lives back without any
Sickness
I sufer from depression
And I must say that it is
Very hard for me
To live with my
Mental illness

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