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I never thought
that saying good-bye to you
meant saying good-bye to a piece of my heart
I never thought
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by Xxlittleblackrosexx
at 2008-12-06 |
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Mirror, mirror of shattered glass
Here we go again, back to the past
Slice my skin and slice it well
Take my life, I will not tell
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by SufferingLovesSuicide
at 2008-12-05 |
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When you're attached to the feeling
of blood pouring, spilling
It's impossible to quench the flow
When you're attached to the feeling
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by Crimson Angel
at 2008-12-04 |
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Oh look at this girl I see,
so sad and weak.
This girl I see,
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by >> Beautifully Mistaken
at 2008-12-04 |
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I knew this girl she seemed happier than ever
But deep down she was dieing inside
She would cry her self to sleep every night
Her mother was an alcoholic
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by Bianca
at 2008-11-26 |
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This world is a trap
Get out while you can
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by Blood Red Skys
at 2008-11-26 |
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Little ghost girl floats along,
crying tears of shame on these joyous days.
Ne'er belongs in this faceless crowd
and yet here and there she stays.
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by Backwards Hourglass
at 2008-11-23 |
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Lying on the cold dead floor,
The bloods rushing down that little girls arms,
All because of that one person she use to love,
Shes crying so much her daddy kept telling her to die because she wasn't good enough for this world,
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by Teesh
at 2008-11-21 |
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He can't hear the words I scream,
Nor feel what I feel inside,
I'm so lost in loneliness,
So far from my pride.
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by HeavenOnEarth
at 2008-11-20 |
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I'm chained to this wall
I'm screaming all the time
but no one seems to hear me
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by Twistedsoul
at 2008-11-18 |
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I'm here sitting in my room late at night holding the razor blade in my hand. I'm so addicted to blood that i cant help myself no longer. This cutting cant stop i just love the way the blood pours off my wrists. I'm addicted to the pain I'm addicted to the torture that i make. I long to feel the blood i long to feel the stinging on my arm.
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by A RazorBlades True Friend
at 2008-11-17 |
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I've given This Poem two titles "I Won't Tell You How To Feel" and "I Am Going To Kill Myself"
I won't tell you not to miss me when I am gone
I won't tell you to hold it all together and be strong
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by Side Effects
at 2008-11-16 |
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All alone
Once again
Not one solace
Not one friend
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by Raychil
at 2008-11-14 |
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Her time is almost up
Her time is ticking
She is about to give up
Nothing is clicking
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by Beautifully Scarred n Broken
at 2008-11-13 |
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Day by day you'll challenge me forever
Mind wondering everywhere...
There are different sides to everything
Moods, feelings, all these escaped emotions
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by Amaranthine
at 2008-11-10 |
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Roll with the punches,
Take it like a man.
Stand up straight - no hunches,
Take in all you can.
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by Darling
at 2008-11-08 |
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The pain that forms a lullaby
As you're walking down the street
Her eyes don't look haunted
But its the haunted that shell meet
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by Tiffany Fisher
at 2008-11-07 |
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Something is growing inside of her
how can she live with herself
never has she fit in
never has she been accepted
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by Neo
at 2008-11-06 |
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The fire in my eyes is growing colder
And the metal that Im bearing on my shoulder
Is getting more heavy and rotten
Heartbeats in my chest: disappearing but not forgotten
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by Mia
at 2008-11-05 |
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Home alone again
The silence is deafening
Thoughts race through my mind
Thoughts of my friends
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by XxXwhocaresXxX
at 2008-11-04 |
Rating: 0.00
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It's 2 O clock in the morning,
and I am wide awake,
This anger, pain and loneliness,
is more than I can take,
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by MandahHunniBunches
at 2008-11-04 |
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The walls start breathing.
Steady rythem. In and Out, In and Out.
I try to escape,
I scream and shout.
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by Crimson regret
at 2008-11-02 |
Rating: 1.00
Votes: 1 |
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Everyone gets threw that time of pain
were there so close to the edge they feel insane
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by Pat13669
at 2008-11-02 |
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The pain is written on her gentle face.
Sleepless nights show in the dark circles beneath her light brown eyes.
Her once gorgeous smile is replaced with a permanent frown.
There is always a distance in her eyes.
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by Kaity
at 2008-11-02 |
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She used to be a writer - she loved it. Words appeared in a steady flow in her head, sometimes so insistently that she felt dizzy until she wrote them down. She thought in stories and poetry - as if there was a silent person sitting in her mind that she had to explain herself to. She played herself short films in her head to send herself to sleep; she read new and exciting books in her dreams; she awoke with ideas on her tongue. She learnt, early on, that if she ate too much she would cut off her supply of words. She learnt that she needed to be sharp and starved in order to create. But she found that she needed to look after herself, to an extent, for when the waves of weary depression found their way too deep inside they washed away any thought at all.
She wasn't always writing, reading, thinking - words came to her when she was upset, sad, alone. They were her comfort blanket. Her parents and friends became redundant as she withdrew into her mind. She didn't notice, she had her thoughts, her pencils and paper, her harshest critic. Her mother, who used to say that her daughter had such a way with words, worried about the change in her child. But she was perfectly content, writing about addiction, deprivation, loss. She'd pour all her stress and sadness onto the page and smile as her headache relieved.
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by Lonelynow
at 2008-11-01 |
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Would they even care
If I took my life
Would they even be at
My Funeral with tears falling
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by Shadow
at 2008-10-29 |
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Loneliness
Hate, anger, frustration,
How does one survive?
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by 0x0x To Cry With No One There x0x0
at 2008-10-25 |
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There's so much about u
there's so muck inside u
that i don't know about
and it's killing me inside
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by Eman
at 2008-10-23 |
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The pain is burning me
burning me deep within my soul
keeping painful dark secrets, that no one else will ever know
I DARE not tell
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by Just a Gurl
at 2008-10-21 |
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This poem is based on one of the main characters from the movie, "The Sixth Sense." The dots are left in to show a pause between the words displayed.
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...An ice...nestled in an evergreen curve...
Beneath...the evanescence...cloudless mist...
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by Evanescence
at 2008-10-21 |
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Votes: 0 |
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