You Still Don't Love MeBloody needles and broken hearts.You Still Don't Love Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bandaged, ripped and split apart.
Stitched and healing like a dream.
Reality hits and tears at the seams.
Died to lie and protect an indelible sin.
Dead for a lie of a love deep as skin.
A dull knife carves the deepest scars.
Trapped in a mind lost in never ending wars.
Look deep into my eyes and tell me what you see.
I've been dead this whole time and you still don't love me.
The Story Of A GirlYou see there was this girl,The Story Of A Girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who no one really knew.
She had a small voice,
She was invisible to you.
But you see this girl's voice,
It wasn't as small as it seemed.
Inside she was screaming,
Waiting to be released.
And although she looked ok,
It was only on the outside.
It was on the inside you see,
She felt pain and loss of pride.
This girl you see,
Oh what and exceptional actress!
She could fool anyone,
All without practice.
You see it was those scars,
Oh those pesky little things!
They were a challenge to hide,
But she managed to cover them you see.
It was unfortunate this girl,
She had had enough.
She had wished for so many things,
But now she has given up.
If only this girl,
Wasn't as small as she was.
The things she could accomplish,
The goals she could get done.
You see there was this girl,
Who no one could really see.
And what would you say,
If I told you that girl was me?
No Matter How ManyNo matter how manyNo Matter How Many4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll never stop loving you.
The Devil's WhisperI can't take it anymore.The Devil's Whisper4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This unbearable pain I feel.
It's getting worse every day.
I don't think I'll ever heal.
I have all these thoughts.
They're raging inside my head.
Do I rebel against temptation?
Or simply just give in.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
This battle ended long ago.
I never even had a chance.
So I'll stop pretending and just let go.
I'll give into the devil's whisper.
As I bring the gun to my head.
I'll recite one last prayer.
Then *BANG* I'm dead.
But even though I'm gone.
I still have one more thing to tell.
You haven't seen the last of me.
For I'll see you all in Hell.
Lead to...Misunderstandings.Lead to...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They leads to disputes.
They lead to divisions.
They lead to abandonments.
They lead to tears.
You SayYou say,You Say4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not FAT.
For one day,
switch with me.
You will see the
You will hear the
Image being afraid
to look in a mirror.
Bet you didn't realize
that if you saw my fat leg
you'd see scars,
that I keep hidden from you.
Breathe it In.Breathe in, take a step.Breathe it In.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Breathe out, take another.
Closer to the edge of my sanity I walk.
Nothing feels more godly and bliss.
My body is numb,
but I can feel the vibrations around me.
Close my eyes, let the wind push me.
Open my eyes, push it back.
Is this really how it feels.
The feeling of dying?
I waited for this day with glee.
And now I'm stalling.
Photographs bleed through my vision.
Those of bad and good.
Close my eyes, let the wind push me...
I'm Not the SameI used to laugh openly,I'm Not the Same4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to cry in someone's arms,
I used to smile at jokes,
I used to love people,
I used to care,
I used to be human,
But I'm not the same as I was, then.
Fake it. Should I fake it like everything is ok again?Fake it.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can I hide it as well as I did before?
Hide the scars. . .
Hide the pain. . .
If...If all the world knew our painIf...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we might never have suffered
If all our friends helped us through
we might never have suffered
If all our parents ever cared
Be My __.Be myBe My __.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Finding HomeStrike the match.Finding Home4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Set the flames.
Flames spread all around this broken home.
To pictures with frowning eyes.
To the hearts of the ones who made this hell a home.
Walk away from this place, and never look back.
That was my self-given gift, from that hell to me.
The sirens sound.
But I'm nowhere found.
The crackling of flames I hear, still sound.
The reds and yellows still etched in my eye.
But I'm still smiling,
knowing that I am finding home...
I open my eyes.
My smile fades out.
Screams fade in.
I am still in this broken home.
Decayed at bestThe beating of my heart,Decayed at best4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is pounding in my brain.
Like a hammer constantly colliding
into a brick wall.
The hard shell of my body
only amplifies the sounds all,
because I am empty.
In the midst of a lone night,
I have the same dreams.
For the images are like a movie
set on replay.
In this blurry depths on my thoughts,
these demons,these fears.
All have twitching fingers.
They touch my belly button,
and press into my skin.
And sink and stay.
They hide and bubble in my core.
The hairs on my flesh all rise,
the blood in my veins run twenty below.
And though, I may try to escape,
Though, I may scream until my lungs give out,
Though,I may run until both of my legs
are snapped into broken hard bones.
I know now, there's no way of waking up .
So close.I am so close to breaking again.So close.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words come out of their mouths bringing up the past.
That I wish to forget.
Makes me want to scream.
Into a pillow, but once I open my mouth. . .
Dry tears fall and I crumble inside.
Emo? I think notSo, because I have cuts on my wrists, arms, legs, hips and stomach, I am Emo.Emo? I think not4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Emo is for losers with nothing better to do
Emo is a fad that people follow because it's "cool" to cut yourself.
Emo is a label applied to everyone who self harms, whether they are or not
Emo is a derogatory term used by teenagers to make fun of cutters
Emo is a word belonging only to those who have no REAL reason to be sad.
I, my friend, am a cutter...
Being a cutter is feeling completely worthless.
Being a cutter is feeling like your heart has been ripped to bloody shreds, without it's constant beat ever ceasing.
Being a cutter is not wanting to get up in the morning because you feel like no one would give a fuck if you weren't there.
Being a cutter is not knowing where you get the strength to continue living.
Being a cutter is considering suicide as the only way things will ever get any better.
Being a cutter is wishing for a serious accident to land them in the hospital to see if anyone cares
BladeHello there, it's me again.Blade4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How are you, my metal friend?
That is good, though I am quite ill.
Yes, you may help. My blood must be spilled.
A starving heartI can't fix itA starving heart4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
This 'ugly' feeling.
I'm worthless, broken
I could breath, but I'd rather not.
I could live, but to die is better
If it means this pain will waver
If I was beautiful
If I was cherished
If I was wanted by just one person,
Would it be enough to cure my mind?
I can't let go
I can't stop
I have to hurt
I want to suffer
The ritual that burns my throat
The abandon that I just somehow need
Will it save me? No.
Will it help me? No.
Is it worth it.....
This starving heart will never say.....