DepressionThe darkness grabs meRipping at my dressPulling me towards my deathNothing can break it's gripI can no longer fightI am defeatedBroken by it's holdI am apart of the darknessAnd the darkness belongs to meHolding me so tight I can't breathNo way to escapeI embrace itSubmerging my self into the self hateFear keeps me as a prison, inside my headMy thoughts terrify meI tremble as I grip to my sanityIt slips alwayI am leftI carry on trying so hard to keep a grip on lifeIt slips awayI fall into the darknessI keep fallingMy heart speedsMy breath slowsAnd I am no more
IsopropylDon't tell me I'm wrongDon't tell me that everything will be alrightHow can any of that be true?Especially after what has happened these past nightsWhere I'm struggling to hold on tightTo this twisted and corrupt life.Lost in the darknessCan't find my way outAll this pain is being harnessedFor what I am not sureWhat will be my cure?This timeNot like the lastNone of this will ever again matterIs that not what I am to believe?Frozen deep insideMy heart will no longer beatSlowing with every word I hearEvery message I readThe silent ones hurt the mostA soul without a hostFear and tearsHave come much too lateDays come and goneHow wicked is this fateSomething's even mindlessnessCan not fix.To forsake all thoughtBrings new ones to the surfaceNo, don't tell me I'm wrongDon't say that, what I believe is falseThese words you sayAre laws to meMean the world to meStopping the world around me with one wordOne phraseOne commentCan strip my life awayIs that wrong
Stop...I feel like I'm screaming.Or should be screaming.But
I'm just laying here.Absolutely still.I move occasionally.Thinking I might just break down
But it all gets trapped up inside again.I don't cry out.Or cry in general for that matter.I try to distract myself again
But it doesn't work for long.Because the feeling comes back.Someone once said..."Just throw them away."And I almost laughed.You made it sound so easy!And it's
To fight.I want to move.Because really
When you move
It's different than dying.And people forget you easier.Then I can die.And it will hurt no one.Am I crying for help?No.No I'm not.I'm trying not to go for attention.And I'm also trying not to be
But as anyone can tell you
Neither of those plans is working.I don't want to hurt anymore.Or hurt others.Or feel sorry for myself.But I know
As much as anyone
I'm really not going to get anywhere.In my life.Tell
Will Anyone WatchWho will watchAs I fall,My body plummetingTowards the ground,Who will cover their mouths,With looks of despair,As my body,Slices through the air,Who will point,Who will scream,Who will look awayAs my fall comesTo a sudden end,Will anyone watch,Will anyone see,Will anyone care,Will anyone ask,If I fell,Or If I jumped
InpirationWe all knows what fuels our inspirationWhether it be music or emotionIt brings on artistic sensationAs the brush moves into motionOr the strum of guitar stringsThe sound carries emotionOf happy or sad thingsThe chords mix together into a glorious potionThe vibrations of piano reedsListen as the sound fills your earsListen as the sad tune bleedsThis tune will bring on the tearsA voice heardA voice lostIt only wants to be hearFilled with its cold frostWe all know what inspires us
My Heart ScreamsMy heartIt used to be quietBeating softly inside of meWith nothing but lifeHidden where no one could see.Then you came alongAnd filled my heart with hurtRipped it in millions of piecesThen stapled it to the outside of my shirt.Everyone could see how broken I wasSee how my heart would scream and cryPeople felt sorry for meAnd I just couldn't help but want to die.I knew I needed helpBut I just curled up on my sideLet the darkness consume meBecause I knew that inside, I had died.Laying here, I let my heart bleed through the staplesAllowing blood and tears to hit the floorCrying softly in my mental prisonKnowing no one's going to bring comfort at my door.
LoveThis emotion,This weightless floating,This hungry want,This lonely feeling,This need for you.This newfound trust,This raw lust,This hopefully chance...Can be described in one word.
Self-PityYou make me feel self-pityYou make my heart feel brokeneven if you don't really mean to do itI'm being torn up insideI lay there in my surroundingsand at first I'm just angrythrashing around, throwing my prized possessions everywhereand then I go limp, letting myself meltmelt away into nothingnessmelt away from the inside outI feel like a black holeconsuming things around me (yet not getting anything at all)you make me feel dead insidestupid and lifelessI begin to get bruisesfrom where I've thrashed my arms and legsI don't feel it thoughthe pain goes numbI've been hurtand things seem hopelessis everything going to get better?I doubt itare you really ever going to love me again?I doubt itI really am nothing, aren't I?I begin to wonder thenam I a burden to you like I am to others?maybe I really do hurt everyone around me...I never wanted to hurt youI never wanted to be hurt by you eitherso why don't you just forget me?leave me lying here wallowing in my own
Killed with words.The world's weight is sometimes too much to carry.I realize that you're there for me,but I've got everything resting on my shoulders.Breathing would be nice to do, but I'm trapped beneath the water.I plead with nothing as I suck the water into my e x p a n d i n g lungs.It's stealing my life right out of my hands.Our friend was broken, no, shattered at my feet; like a fool I try to fix it.I needed you once, seems like a lifetime again when things were pretty.A lifetime again when you left my with deep wounds inflicted on my heart.Sometimes picking up a pen and writing all the hurt and saying goodbye looks nice.Just think: One life for so many, they'd see how they've hurt others.To be branded, haunted by how they killed me with words.
The Dead"Look into my eyes, as you can see, I'm quite dead" - Sir John Talbot, The Wolfman, (2010)This quote is the singularly most perfect sentence to describe me and many others.We are dead in all forms except the one that is most obvious to everyone else.Our eyes are sunken and lifeless, as if the soul was a bird that slipped through the bars of it's cage and simply flew away. The only shine is from the light reflecting back off the dull surface, like shining a flashlight on a dusty mirror.Our hair is limp and tarnished, as if the color had been drained away, it's there, and at the same time it isn't. It becomes frizzy and we lose the required motivation to do anything about it. Even we just washed it, it still looks like it hasn't seen a bottle of shampoo in weeks.Our nails become chipped and stained. Some paint theirs black, other bite them, still others pick at them until there's nothing left.Our bodies become covered in scars, until there's almost more scar tissue than unmarked sk
it's true, damn you.it's sick, sad and stupidbut a part of me will alwaysbe waiting for you.
Save Her.She's looking through her old poetry.Memories suddenly hit her mind.It's been years and she's in the same tragedy.Tears start to fall from her red eyes.Her heart start to break in sorrow.She's all alone in the cold.Will the difference come tomorrow?Will she have someone to hold?Does anyone even wants to hold her?Does anyone really care?Has anyone even told her?She needs someone to be there.She cries and screams.Her voice is running out.Save her from these disturbing dreams.Help her, she can't even shout.She feels alone and trapped in this place.She's broken, lost and confused.Sour tears burn the scars in her face.She has grown tired of this abuse.She's loosing all control.Save her from her madness.Save her from her own soul.It has too much darkness.
PainThe pain, it eats me alive. It crawls into my skin and rips away anything that was left that stank of goodness. It eats away my hopes and my dreams. It poisons my soul and yet, it lets me live. I do not understand why. I beg it to kill me, for anything must be better than this! This agonizing ripping and shredding of my very being. It has its way with me and then it dissapears, sometimes for days if I'm lucky. It sees my soul and it doesn't like it. It doesn't like the hope or the love, or any of the other good emotions. So it takes them and replaces them with bad emotions like hatred, and anger. It doesn't want me to know that I dont have to feel this way. It knows that if I know that there is something better, it will have to go away and find someone new to torture like it has me. I wouldn't wish this upon even my greatest enemy. So I lock it away inside of me while it is slowly killing me. But no one would know from the outside. On the outside I smile and pretend that I can breath w
Sweet Insanity"Limp blond hair and hazel eyes. Do you see her?""where?" "The one in the corner. With the scars.""Haha. What's wrong with her?""Emo."She sits alone, hair she desperately wants to be darker covering her eyes. Her pain is just hilarious isn't it? She hurts all for your entertainment doesn't she?Your cruelty wont let her smile and your words won't let her eat."Why wont she eat?"Maybe she thinks she can shrink so little that you won't be able to see her imperfections anymore.Eggshell foundation plasters over her scars and smears as she cries.I'm fine, she says but no one asks. Hands shaking and reaching out. She's screaming but why isn't there a sound? Or maybe it's just the voices and the demons. They are only whispers but they are loud enough. "Are you okay."She says she's fine.Are you believing her lies?" why won't you sleep?"Her pale skin bruised. So pale from no sugar. She can't sleep because the demons will catch her. "She's okay, she still smile