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I'm a monster
I'm a freak
Save yourself
Stay away

I lash out
I break
I hurt
I'm sorry

I lost control
For one moment
Pushed over the edge
It was too much

I can't believe it
What is wrong with me?
How could I do this?
It won't happen again

But still stay away
Why not?
Why be near me?
What good is there to hold by?

Theres one light left
One candle
On the outside
To relight the others inside
I just... punched a hole in a drywall... I can't even believe it... I'm messed up... I won't name the cause of my anger... I just...what is wrong with me? That's the question... my head is just totally screwed up
I don't know what else to say.. I can't even get mad at myself over this, because that's just feeding the anger... Just have to cry it off...
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I don't know

It just hurts

Kill the monsters inside of me

Don't let them grow

Please, you're my only hope

 

I cant help but to yell

I'm out of my damn mind

What's that smell?

 Smell my skin burning, I'm in hell

 

Oh what to believe, what to believe

You or this self-destroying symphony

I'm shaking

God, save me

 

I'm just a fucking mistake

I cant go any further

I'm drowning in a salty lake

What is it like to be sane

 

To be at peace, in control

to feel no pain

I try to break free but the voices pull me back

I struggle and scream

But my self-worth are their snacks

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Very short piece, but I like it.
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Please, don't
You don't realize
What will happen if you do
You speak to thousands
But you listen to no one else

Please, don't
Cut that wrist again
What pain you cause me
You scream for help
But you do not accept it

Please, don't
Don't make me
Build you your coffin
I don't want to paint you
With my misery tears

Please don't
Don't do it
Life has so much more
To offer you
Just give it time
And times a bitch
But happiness will come
And trust me, it's worth the wait
Ah, this one was emotionally hard for me to write, it's some thought I had when my friend, ended his life to put it that way, it wasn't too fun to write, but I needed it, and I loved the outcome :)

Update: Oh god this made it to the front page! :D HECK YEAH! :D Thanks to everyone who viewed, favorited and commented, means a lot :D
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I'm just a girl
With ruffled hair
And sore eyes
I'm just a girl
Who likes to write
And can't draw
I'm just a girl
With childish fantasies
And faded dreams
I'm just a girl
With cold hands
And a warm heart

That no one can see.
...
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i was stitched lips and a flightless raven heart-
all sex and a contorting spine;
his own lips engraving 'kiss me's' on empty stars.

& between you and me: i feared his teeth,
& tongue, & honest organs-
with skin that begged, 'please, don't touch me.'

don't touch me.
don't fucking touch me.


i am not soft.

there is a war raging in my lungs,
screaming through the uncharted galaxies
of my wanderlust heartstrings.

i am not soft.

i am lust, & war, & envy—

i am sin,
        
         crooked, misshapen,
& the kind of prosetry yet to be proofread.

—but he wanted to claim my guarded ghost eyes
and crossed legs.

'just—let me hold you.'

his callused hands were cancer,

my still body, a clock.
Personal.

Androphobia: Fear of men.

However, I'm not sure how accurate this is.
As it's not exactly /men/ as it is their touch that sometimes makes my skin crawl.

Sorry for the repetition.

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Why I Hate My Life:

Despite the fact that I'm a trained professional
I have to work odd-jobs making deliveries on a motorcycle

The only girl who I ever loved
was just using me as a replacement

The only girl that actually likes me
runs a bar and took over my house

I don't have the guts to kick her out
so I end up sleeping at an abandoned church

I've recently picked up a strange rash
it hurts and I have to wear sleeves to cover it

My only friends are a guy that never comes out from a forest
and a girl that's always looking to steal the meager possessions I have

Everything sucks really
because the one person who cared about me
is already dead...

He was my army buddy, always cool, always the best
I visit his grave sometimes, in the middle of long deliveries

The worst part about everything though
is the fact that the one guy who made my life hell
The one guy who took everything important away from me
just came back to town a few minutes ago...

And you know what he said the moment our eyes met?
"It's been awhile, Cloud..."


-Chen Yuan Wen, 28th September 2012
If you lol'd or facepalmed, don't forget to fave it ^^

If you'd like to hear my reading style, please check out the first episode of WordofChen Live here: [link]

Author's Comment:

Alright soooo by now you probably figured that this is a joke poem xD

One of the reasons I wanted to do this, is because I keep seeing reposts of stories like 'My Life Sucks' etc. It usually is a written description of spongebob's life and at the end they usually go: "The worst part is that I live in a pineapple under the sea."

After seeing those sorts of stories, I wanted to lighten the mood and try a story like this based on Cloud from FF7. Hopefully it puts things in perspective for everyone else that says their life sucks.

Looking at it from an outside perspective though, Cloud's life really did suck, he ends up as a delivery boy despite saving the world and is so Beta that he can't even hit on Tifa who already likes him a lot. It's like...using a reverse friendzone. She's trying to pull him into the boyfriend zone and he's all 'Naaaaah brah, I'm too emo, I'll go cry at Zack's tomb again'. Seriously Cloud, give Tifa's 'materia' a try, you'll probably enjoy it, unless VincentxCloud is the truth *___*

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

Other Poems by Me:
My Beautiful Filth My Beautiful Filth:

We'll start with the rose petals
scattered lavishly across the bed
A symbolic collage of my broken thoughts
like memories crushed and thrown into the winds
they lie where they fall, forever forgotten...

Tacks and nails shall line the floor!
A perfect representation of my painful steps
To walk forward was to suffer
to stand still was to endure
Like the insults thrown at me, like the physical abuse
they drive their way into my skin and remain embedded
Unable to be removed except by force

And now comes the masterpiece, the perfect finishing touch
A wall of words and photographs depicting my sorrows and greivance
Whispering to Lucifer Whispering to Lucifer:

Humans are such wonderous creatures
even when granted the gift of knowledge
They fall prey to their own insecurities
slaves to their own fears and paranoia

Such is the father's gift of free will...

Yes my lord, I understand
but do you not feel disappointment?
The great bringer of light has condemned himself to an eternity of darkness
simply so his father's children may roam free

Without adversity, there can be no acension...

Ah, such a philosophical statement from you
I am well aware that humans must experience both extremes
Without tasting joy it would be impossible to understand sorrow
Yet I fear that my
Letting Go of You Letting Go of You:

You abandoned me in the past
without so much as a proper goodbye
One day you simply chose to walk out the door
and you never did come back...

I was angry then, hurting badly
I wondered if I was in some way inadequate
I wondered if you left because I am so easy to despise
and eventually my sorrow turned to anger

I wanted to become great
to show you that you made the wrong choice
to take my strength and throw it in your face
just so you would regret it

But then I saw how happy you were...

In the time we've been apart
You've made a new life for yourself
You've found someone who loves and treasures you
and upon
This is All About You This Is All About You:

Most people giving you advice, might take a quote from a book

Most people giving you advice, have never had a real look

So from someone who's been watching, let me lay my heart bare

I want to show you all the special things, about the girl for whom I care

She always does her very best, no matter how tough the task

Even when she's struggling, she puts on a brave mask

She's always trying to learn new things, just for a chance to make you proud

She can be a little bit quiet, but I think that's better than being loud

She's not the very best in sports, I know she can be kind of a klutz

But she smiles and goes on an


Other Literature by Me:
Mercenary 1-1 MERCENARY

Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty

Release One: Pages 1 - 3

THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a si
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Blood flows from our wrists,
Making our hands turn into fists.
We only feel the pain and sorrow,
Have we given up hope for a better tomorrow?

The rope is hanging from the ceiling,
Helping us end that miserable feeling.
The pills are scattered across the floor,
Maybe we need to swallow just one more?

Others might refuse to see the cruelty of life,
While others try to end it by the knife.
Trying to get out of this cruel dream,
Sometimes all we can do is scream.

There are others like you out there,
You might not yet know where.
But they try to overcome it,
That's something not all will admit.

Every one of us needs a helping hand,
Facing these torments alone is something none can withstand.
But we would first need to admit and ask,
Be willing to take off this smiling mask.
Before we get to help to finally smile again,
And get rid of all this pain.
Hello everybody
This thing was written for all my friends who were once considering suicide (but luckily were talked out of it) or attempted it and survived.
Trust me, everybody who's thinking about, it is not the solution.
If you want to talk just say so, I reply always, but since I'm leaving for Norway on Saturday I might reply late so keep that in mind.

Please leave feedback so I can improve.

Some people have said that mature content would be better, I don't really think so myself but if a lot of people would ask for it I can change it.

Written by Jerrel Simons
© Koratoshisfriend
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Have you ever worn a mask for so long
That you're afraid to take it off,
And breathe in the purity
Of the unfiltered world outside?
Would your lungs be able to take it?
Or burst trying?

Have you ever worn a mask for so long
That you're afraid to take it off
Because no one might recognize you?
Would you recognize yourself?

Have you ever worn a mask for so long
That you're afraid to take it off,
Because you don't know anymore
If there's anything underneath?
For everything I say, there are about a thousand more things I want to say.

EDIT: Whoa, thanks everyone out there for the faves! Glad you liked it!I have some other poems like this and will continue writing poetry :)

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:bulletwhite: What do you like/dislike about this piece?
:bulletwhite: I'm having some issues with "purity" in line 3. Do you get what I'm saying with that? I would appreciate suggestions on how to revise that for a clearer understanding.
:bulletwhite: Do you think that repeating the first line in each stanza is beneficial to the piece?
:bulletwhite: I feel that the end is lacking somewhat. Do you think that a last final line could be added to better anchor the piece as a whole? If so, do you have any suggestions?
:bulletwhite: Be honest. I write a lot of teenage, angst-driven garbage. Does this piece escape that label?

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You know what you should do?
Go check out Totems and Godhood [link] by =AzizrianDaoXrak. I offered a critique of the beautiful piece here [link] which I challenge you to evaluate.
And also visit :iconthewrittenrevolution:
'kay?
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Daddy, please don't touch me.
It doesn't feel good.
It makes me feel..
Naughty.

Daddy, please don't hit me.
I didn't mean to disappoint you.
When you hit me, it makes me feel...
Bad.

Daddy, please don't hurt her.
Mommy didn't do anything.
When you hit her, it makes me feel..
Mad.

Daddy, please don't say you love me.
I know you're lying.
When you say you still want me, it makes me feel...
Sad.

Daddy, please stop screaming at her.
You already killed her.
When you scream at her, it makes me feel..
Angry.

Daddy, stay there.
Let me sink the knife into your throat.
When you bleed, it makes me feel..
Alive.

Daddy, aren't you happy now?
As you lie there, lifeless.
I'm only following your footsteps.
This makes me feel...
Happy.

Daddy, please listen.
I know you can't hear me, but...
I still love you.

The same way you always loved me.

And it makes me feel...

Good, Daddy.
It makes me feel..
Good.
I don't really like this one. But I decided to post it since it's one of my poems that ISN'T about labels or stereotypes =P
Comments and critiques?
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What do you expect me to say
When you keep pushing me away?
Remember—I can't read your mind,
And time cannot rewind.

Regret will only make it worse—
Like a bad omen from a curse.
This will surely make you stronger;
Please just hold on longer.

I'll be here, right by your side;
You don't have to run and hide.
Just try to find the silver lining—
The sun will keep on shining.

Never forget that this is true:
I am here for you.
Written for a friend. Sometimes people are so swept up in their problems -- they forget that they’re not alone. I’m here for you, Ash. :heart:

Copyright © 2012 ~ScarletDevil1503. All rights reserved.
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