Submissions by foreveralone215

Everyone knows what you’re doing
You know
I know
We all know
It’s nothing to be proud of
Nothing to forlorn
You can’t take it back now
It’s going to haunt your forever
Until one day
When you wake up and have a sudden recognition of how you’re hurting yourself
And the people around you
When will you finally get it through your head that this is not who you really are
I know who you are
And this dissipated person that you come off as
Is not you
Just last year you were the most alluring woman I’ve ever seen
Now when I see you, I...

I feel so helpless
Like there’s nothing at all I can do
Like I’m trapped inside a box 10 times smaller than the content of my body
I must tell somebody this secrete
But I promised them I wouldn’t
I was told if I ever spoke of it again bad things would happen
I didn’t want bad things to happen
So I kept my mouth shut
For days
For weeks
For months
Until one day, I couldn’t take it anymore
I couldn’t keep that ungodly secrete inside no longer
I told them I was sorry
I hope you’ll one day forgive me
I’m only doing this for the best...

Cutting.
Call it what ever you want
Stupid, pointless, a cry for attention, or a mental issue
For some it’s just pure satisfaction
The feeling you get after the blade gently glides over your delicate flesh
Is like no other
Then the blood starts to drip,
and all that you can do is look at it
After a few hours you have a horrific gash encrusted with dried up blood starring right at you
Screaming and yelling at you saying “ MORE, MORE, you know you want to! ”
So what do you do
You pick that razor right back up and do it some more
Before you know...

From the first day we met I knew you were the one
Our very first conversation left me speechless
I felt as though somebody actually understood me and didn’t think I was crazy
Every word that came out of your mouth was lyrical bliss
From the start I could tell that I wasn’t just “another girl”
The way you looked at me was different than every look that I’ve ever been given
The rest of the night all I could imagine was your lavish, deep blue eyes starring directly into mine
I felt as if I could have a full-on conversation with you by just making eye contact
Like...

I try so hard to stay away from all the stress.
But somehow I find myself right in the middle of it every single time.
What did I do that was so wrong?
I thought I was just being a good friend.
Wasn’t I?
Yes that’s exactly what I was doing and your going to throw me to the ground, stomp on me, pick me back up, wipe of the blood, and say your sorry?
And I’m supposed to forgive you?
And act like everything’s okay, when clearly it’s not.
After I just put all that effort into trying to make YOU happy while alls it was doing was making me mentally insane.
Your...