Submissions by manicshakepanic (rxln)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
i dont give a f**kin g shitb
twisted hand fell against your back. finger prints imbed themselves one level of irratation for tonight. blood speckled knife in the grasp of the gasp of breath coming from the girl standing over the light. she thought it was something else. screams in alleys lead to rape not this. blood splatters on her face and she falls on her knees. scraped skin under gravel. face torn back uncovering my secret pleasure, when the skin pulled off slowly, to see the young girl scream. the naked face of a newborn misery a certain kind of chaos leaves my mouth when the drugs don't kick in. needle through my...
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flashback
this song takes me to where I began. I don't think you understand how many nights i spent curled up in bed, convinced i was alone, trying to die in my sleep. skipping razors across my wrist and wiping it away with kleenex. crying tears i allowed nobody to see. I remember nights looking up my deadly cocktail. what cocktail could the medicine cabinet make me tonight? to put me to sleep for the rest of my life. I remember the blood dripping up through super-ficial cuts. make-shift bandages and stained sleeves. the nails against my skin trying hard to prove to myself there was something...
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till death do we part
I'm the murder on the news
I'm the feeling in your bed
I'm the sins you never wanted
the things you don't deserve
I'm the lies that slip through the cracks
the feeling that breaks you down
I'm the alone that haunts your days
the dreams outside your grasp
I'm tears across cheeks
the caught breath in your throat
I'm the nowhere you want to be
the poison in your drink
the bedsheets wrapped around you
the shadows at night
I'm the razor
the fire
the pills
I'm your suicidal death wish
your lies and...
I'm the feeling in your bed
I'm the sins you never wanted
the things you don't deserve
I'm the lies that slip through the cracks
the feeling that breaks you down
I'm the alone that haunts your days
the dreams outside your grasp
I'm tears across cheeks
the caught breath in your throat
I'm the nowhere you want to be
the poison in your drink
the bedsheets wrapped around you
the shadows at night
I'm the razor
the fire
the pills
I'm your suicidal death wish
your lies and...
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herself and her thoughts
eyes glued shut away from prying lights
i crept my hands towards my throat
my knuckles pushed against confinement
blue was such a pretty hue against my brown eyes
with blood swirling under shaking fists
the headaches swirl behind blank looks
and then
everything was black
i crept my hands towards my throat
my knuckles pushed against confinement
blue was such a pretty hue against my brown eyes
with blood swirling under shaking fists
the headaches swirl behind blank looks
and then
everything was black
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me myself and I
you keep telling me that you believe I can do it
But I don't run on your faith
I run on mine
so I keep digging myself into this hole
I doubt myself
and soon I don't exist
But I don't run on your faith
I run on mine
so I keep digging myself into this hole
I doubt myself
and soon I don't exist
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white is innocence
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f**ked
I'm running out of things to change without the bite of metal against my skin
I went too far with night time impulses
I don't think I'm allowed back to myself
I hate this
I went too far with night time impulses
I don't think I'm allowed back to myself
I hate this
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sleep
I don't like sleeping anymore. not in the dark under my heavy covers. trying to pretend nothing can reach my feet. tucking my arms against my sides and repeating it like a mantra
'nobody is trying to get you'
tensing up and sweating and trying to get comfortable. and soon I roll across the bed and fall into misery stemmed sleep. And my feet tuck under covers so that nothing can reach them.
'nobody is trying to get you'
tensing up and sweating and trying to get comfortable. and soon I roll across the bed and fall into misery stemmed sleep. And my feet tuck under covers so that nothing can reach them.
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f**ked
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pysch 101
I felt my hands claw at my own skin and I thought for a second that knifes would finally find their way inside my veins and they cut open my brains trying to find the reason for
Insanity
In close proximity to the pharmacy door across from the hall
And gravity, means more to me once I’m throwing shelves against my locked doors and crying from inside the trap door
And I grabbed my skin and felt it slide to the floor and melt down to the feelings of feeling so insecure and I yelled at the walls, for seeing me weak
A shot of liquid sleep injected through my arm and.
Stop....
Insanity
In close proximity to the pharmacy door across from the hall
And gravity, means more to me once I’m throwing shelves against my locked doors and crying from inside the trap door
And I grabbed my skin and felt it slide to the floor and melt down to the feelings of feeling so insecure and I yelled at the walls, for seeing me weak
A shot of liquid sleep injected through my arm and.
Stop....
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ideation
no one can hate me more than I hate the skin stretched across my back
because no ones in my head
and I'll be damned if I ever press that gun through my head
and let the cocktail of silence slip down my throat
It takes bravery to fall into nothing
weakness for you not to jump off the edge,
because somewhere inside of you there is love you don't deserve from yourself.
and when you don't believe in god
who's hand is gonna catch you when you streak through empty air?
and somewhere in you death is the end of the world and nothing ever...
because no ones in my head
and I'll be damned if I ever press that gun through my head
and let the cocktail of silence slip down my throat
It takes bravery to fall into nothing
weakness for you not to jump off the edge,
because somewhere inside of you there is love you don't deserve from yourself.
and when you don't believe in god
who's hand is gonna catch you when you streak through empty air?
and somewhere in you death is the end of the world and nothing ever...
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fingertips
The acid between our bodies burned through my skin,
and I found a tear crawling down my face
and you grabbed my wrist and held my hand
and all I felt was absence
But we crushed our knuckles together until we bled
Our bodies mixing together in the dip of our hands and without you I would have ran to the gutters
Our hands were damp but we still held on, we were each others anchors
but you escaped to the sky one night.
Leaving me behind sheltering my eyes with my scarred hand and searching the sky for your smile.
or your fingertips aching for mine
and...
and I found a tear crawling down my face
and you grabbed my wrist and held my hand
and all I felt was absence
But we crushed our knuckles together until we bled
Our bodies mixing together in the dip of our hands and without you I would have ran to the gutters
Our hands were damp but we still held on, we were each others anchors
but you escaped to the sky one night.
Leaving me behind sheltering my eyes with my scarred hand and searching the sky for your smile.
or your fingertips aching for mine
and...
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