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Comment by Nemi on August 25, 2010 at 3:37pm

Issue Number One

This is an unfamiliar emotion
I dont understand it's motion
Concentrate on breathing
Dont think about whats leaving
This stinging on my skin
It's just the beginning
Loved you, now im paying the prices
Exploding now, into tiny pieces
I dont want to feel this now
On the surface i make it feel Oww
Scratching and cutting on my skin
Neutralising the feeling down within.

its a poem i wrote about my self harm issues. I find it helps to put things onto paper to understand what im feeling more.
please comment if its any good. thanks.

Comment by misty jade monroe on August 22, 2010 at 5:27pm

hi my name is misty and i love writing it's like my life

Comment by Xx☠☪†lana raven†☪☠xX on August 19, 2010 at 6:24pm

~wishing for demise~

the pain is something
that i must endure
no matter how much it hurts
i wish to close my eyes forever
just to end it all
every breath i take
hurts
and inside my heart is bleeding
my blood falls
crimson droplets
falling ever so lightly on the ground
the razor blade by my side
a little friend i have made
to end the pain i feel
i feel like im trapped
in a cage of agony
that is locked
with a key lost somewhere
i wish to find that key
but i dont know where it is
so now i must live with this torture
and wait for this demise
that i oh so long for
an eternal sleep
where i will be able to rest in peace
so how longer must i wait
as i fall deeper in this abyss
of suffering
i cry and scream
as my blood falls out from my veins
and blackness taints my soul
and i burn
drowning in my blood and tears
please give me
my demise

Comment by Xx☠☪†lana raven†☪☠xX on August 17, 2010 at 8:22pm

~hello and goodbye to love~

I came and said hello
to the love
I was opening a door to a new world
a world which I wanted to stay
and live for forever
the time went by
and there was always a smile on my face
never changing
until one day
the world for which I had come to
came crashing down
the love I felt
ranway from me, unexpectedly
and I couldn't stop it
nothing was right anymore
it felt wrong
without the love that I longed to hold
and so I finally decided
to leave the world
and give up
and saying goodbye to love
because it isn't love
if the love I want
isn't there

Comment by Xx☠☪†lana raven†☪☠xX on August 16, 2010 at 6:58pm

Nice poems sky rain and Cody Martin

Comment by cody martin on August 8, 2010 at 12:15am

ive been told that life has but one purpose
and that is we must endure much loss
but those of us who have flipped the coin seen both sides
we know what there is to win and lose we survived
most humans if they disccovered us they would have lied
about those of us who have died
i say no more the blood is in them it once was in us
we gave it up in a powerfueled lust
i would invite death meerly to face it
i would best him just to cause a fit
of panic and rage as chaos reigned
no more water blood is the black rain

Comment by Sky Rain on August 7, 2010 at 5:23am

Please tell me if its any good

Comment by Sky Rain on August 7, 2010 at 5:22am

I know I never leave a poem or story on here so heres my first
its very dark so be warned


The Captured


waiting thats all it is
one big waiting game with no end to it
my wrist, my ankles, my neck
they bleed to no end
they have bled for so long that the blood that first flowed from
my body has dried and now cracks on my skin
slowly flaking off and dropping to the cold stone floors

There is no misery here no smiles and no laughter

looking to the floor and see the puddle of blood
my ankles leave, the shakles that keep me here
cut slowly into my thin yet tougher skin
the blood runs down my
slowly,slowly down my sides of my feet and onto the stone
its a strange feeling , to feel your own blood leave you in such
a tingling maner, reminds you your still alive but only slittly
doesnt tell you your sain, oh no it shows you just how fast your
loosing your grip

The strangth in your fingers left you along time ago, such sense this makes
the flow of your own blood,telling you,whispering to you what you have lost

telling you in small sweet whispers
whispers that become louder and louder
are you going crazy?

looking through the darkness, same stone walls , same marking you
scratched into them and the same blood left from the beatings they give you
finding yourself counting them once again
the small blood slatters
1,2,3,4,5,6,and so on
one day if not soon enough you wont be counting them any longer

Funny

they run to the sound of your torture, watching with lust and enjoyment
watch with hate and lust
all mix into their faces

why does it take them so long to tie the rope they hang you with
or sharpen the axe

are you truly that entertaining
are your screams that sweet to hear
over and over again
is your blood
the sound of it hitting the floor,
is it truly music to their
ears.

the weaker i get the more my mind runs through the thoughts
i left behind ages ago
everything over and over
like the whip that cracks at my back and the laugher that i have come
to know so well.

Comment by Nicole Cassiel Darkmoon on August 6, 2010 at 4:33pm

Can you hear these sounds?
Shadows that mime the melodies of the piano with cries of horror...
They wake the images of my past with gentle notes...
The shadows of past in tears... I know what I did to them...
The shrieks of the piano...
Look at those shadows on the wall that slither and crawl, run from my eyes...
Tell me, which shadow got upset the most... which one did I vent my anger on?
Which shadow, which soul did I tear the veins out and drink its blood before I killed it?
Oh, sweet sounds of the piano, play me that rhythm...
Let the rhythm that kneels, begs and cries take me back to my childhood...
When I used to play and destroy others' lives...
Creativity reached its peak then; every dull, every sharp object had its purpose...
In reality... I was destroying my shadows, my souls...
I pulled the veins out of my soul, I drank my shadow's blood and I killed it... <3

Comment by Alexander Sterling(AndrewCastro) on August 1, 2010 at 7:50pm

A dark dispair of a traped soul with in life that cant excape the pain of still being yung but even old their's still pain at less its love that keeps me going and alive

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