Submissions by pure_emo117
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
3rd May 2012 4:54pm
3rd May 2012 4:54pm
the end
sitting in the dark
bleeding from the wrist
praying to god
"please end this"
close youre eyes
shed no tears
you have been strong
for so many years
feel the metal
break youre scarred skin
cut youre wrist wide open
bleeding is not a sin
remember the people who said
youre to scarred to die
laugh as you said to them
its easy when you try
one more cut
as you begin to go pale
life is just a boat
now you can finally set sail
bleeding from the wrist
praying to god
"please end this"
close youre eyes
shed no tears
you have been strong
for so many years
feel the metal
break youre scarred skin
cut youre wrist wide open
bleeding is not a sin
remember the people who said
youre to scarred to die
laugh as you said to them
its easy when you try
one more cut
as you begin to go pale
life is just a boat
now you can finally set sail
808 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd May 2012 3:06am
2nd May 2012 3:06am
things arent that simple
if i could pretend.
that i was sane.
i wouldnt be lying here.
bleeding once again.
i promised not to do it.
but the urge is to strong.
the way the blade slices through my skin.
to me, i hear a perfect song.
i almost miss it.
the cutting or sharp twinge.
its like its burning into me.
my soul is starting to singe.
if this is life.
i dont want to be.
take me away.
set me free...
that i was sane.
i wouldnt be lying here.
bleeding once again.
i promised not to do it.
but the urge is to strong.
the way the blade slices through my skin.
to me, i hear a perfect song.
i almost miss it.
the cutting or sharp twinge.
its like its burning into me.
my soul is starting to singe.
if this is life.
i dont want to be.
take me away.
set me free...
685 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Apr 2012 6:13pm
25th Apr 2012 6:13pm
How I see self harm.
Harming yourself
Can be called weak
I call it an expression
i could never speak
Cutting, burning,
scratching of skin
These are words
I keep within
If you're here.
Scarless and free.
Smile and be happy.
You're stronger then me.
Can be called weak
I call it an expression
i could never speak
Cutting, burning,
scratching of skin
These are words
I keep within
If you're here.
Scarless and free.
Smile and be happy.
You're stronger then me.
1074 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Apr 2012 6:09pm
25th Apr 2012 6:09pm
Sort of half tribute thingy
The scars in our hears
Will never show
The scars on our arms
Will stick out and glow
We keep quiet
Act like its a sin
The scars on our arms
Tell what is within
Don't be ashamed
Of a burn or a scar
If they don't like it fuck them
You are who you are
People will laugh
People will run
Some even bully us
For what we have done
We may apper weak
But this is a lie
Ask you're self one question
Are you afraid to die?
Will never show
The scars on our arms
Will stick out and glow
We keep quiet
Act like its a sin
The scars on our arms
Tell what is within
Don't be ashamed
Of a burn or a scar
If they don't like it fuck them
You are who you are
People will laugh
People will run
Some even bully us
For what we have done
We may apper weak
But this is a lie
Ask you're self one question
Are you afraid to die?
686 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Apr 2012 4:47am
24th Apr 2012 4:47am
Am i the only one??
you sit in your room
at the foot of your bed
praying for something better
only in your eyes emotion could be read.
your parents call you
from down the stairs
you hide your arms
and pray no one stares
you put on your mask
wipe away your tears
smile in the mirror
you have been lying for years
you sit at the table
sleeves all the way down
hiding your scars
you dont make a sound
eating only a little
you keep a smile on youre face
daddys little angel
mummys amazing grace.
...
at the foot of your bed
praying for something better
only in your eyes emotion could be read.
your parents call you
from down the stairs
you hide your arms
and pray no one stares
you put on your mask
wipe away your tears
smile in the mirror
you have been lying for years
you sit at the table
sleeves all the way down
hiding your scars
you dont make a sound
eating only a little
you keep a smile on youre face
daddys little angel
mummys amazing grace.
...
965 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Apr 2012 00:41am
24th Apr 2012 00:41am
dont tell me i dont have the guts
i made the mistake
im beggining to shake
my arm is starting to lose feeling
my face is going pale
this time i wont fail
its hard to cry when youre not even breathing
my razor is red
im almost dead
i was told i was too scared
now you will feel bad
remember what we had
now nothing but thoughts can be shared
im beggining to shake
my arm is starting to lose feeling
my face is going pale
this time i wont fail
its hard to cry when youre not even breathing
my razor is red
im almost dead
i was told i was too scared
now you will feel bad
remember what we had
now nothing but thoughts can be shared
733 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2012 1:51am
23rd Apr 2012 1:51am
judged by society
to many times things went wrong,
why should i bother going on?
theres nothing left to keep me here
im exited inside, i feel no fear.
why feel scared when ill leave this place
i wasnt much anyways, only a crying face.
i remember sitting in the street
no one cared
tears rolled down my face
everyone stared.
but they didnt notice,
the blood on the floor.
nor my small grin
i didnt care anymore.
i could feel my self slipping away,
cut my wrist open }
and let my blood drain.
why should i bother going on?
theres nothing left to keep me here
im exited inside, i feel no fear.
why feel scared when ill leave this place
i wasnt much anyways, only a crying face.
i remember sitting in the street
no one cared
tears rolled down my face
everyone stared.
but they didnt notice,
the blood on the floor.
nor my small grin
i didnt care anymore.
i could feel my self slipping away,
cut my wrist open }
and let my blood drain.
739 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Apr 2012 5:22am
20th Apr 2012 5:22am
I feel weak
i feel weak as i sit here
i feel weak as i break my own skin
i feel weak as my blade turn red
i feel weak as my mind bends and breaks
i feel weak as memories of bad times cloud my thoughts
i feel weak as i lie in the hospital room
i feel weak as darkness comes slowly for me
i feel weak as i go pale and bleed out
but i feel strong, as i leave my body behind.
i feel weak as i break my own skin
i feel weak as my blade turn red
i feel weak as my mind bends and breaks
i feel weak as memories of bad times cloud my thoughts
i feel weak as i lie in the hospital room
i feel weak as darkness comes slowly for me
i feel weak as i go pale and bleed out
but i feel strong, as i leave my body behind.
805 reads
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