Mental SuicideI just might kill myself again.
This Is Depression The darknessand Iare one.
SolitudeFrom dusk to dawn,my soul...it lingerscold andalonein this desolate placethat we callreality.Though inhabitedby many,these arebleak andforsaken grounds.I feel thatI'm trappedwith no way out,no escape,no blissawaiting me...Without a future,without a purpose,my yearning soul...it roamsthis earth;this grave...As the darknesscontinues toconsume me...As the numbnessfeeds onthe remnantsof my sanitya littleeach day.
BrokenCan't fixwhat's never been whole.
Foolish...You can't undothe damage done-You can't relivethose lonely years-You can't resuscitatesomeone who haslong ago since drowned...And you cannot menda broken heartwith the useof a simple "I'm sorry."
DryCutting myself drybecause of you.
Afraid and Alone...Tears stream downfrom forlorn eyesA fountain of purest substance,flooded with lies...Tainted by insult;my disrespected youthShrouded in deceitand deviated from the truth.Beaten down by thosewho held my trust...And taken advantage ofwith a searing lustConsequence camewith anything that I said;Whether 'twas fib or fact,my tears were shed.I barely withstoodtheir trembling furyTormented and questionedby my own kinsmen's jury...I could take it no longer;the road was too rough...My virtue was eclipsing;silence and faith wasn't enoughI lost my path in dusk;my innocence fled to darker landsWith a box of sharp objects,I took matters into my own hands...Shrouded by mists of confusion and pain,I didn't know what to doLeft afraid and alone,there was not one soul I could turn to...And even if there was...They wouldn't have cared to know...They wouldn't have cared at all...And they wouldn't have understood.
Point of ViewMy world has crumbledto black and whiteDulled to a rainbowof graysHardly a wispof color in sight...Only darkness remains.
SkinnyShe purges on an empty stomach.
ShadowsHer silhouette is beautiful.Her eyes…when she cries are like ice.A face frozen in time.A wonder to behold.She stares back at me with grey pupils.Her brown hair dances in the wind.She tells me she feels dead inside.But to feel dead is alive.Or so I’ve been told…Feeling alone is alive.To feel something is alive.So I don’t push her away.I motion her to come closer.And she doesShe creeps closerAnd closer.Emotionless.Like the object that she is.Like the robot that she is.She tells me that she hates me.I shrug it off. I don’t care.But her words pierce meShe’s good at itLike she’s Ares.But we’re a single being,Whether she likes it or not.She is part of who I am.I am part of who she is.We’re made of each other,We’re made for each other.We see through each other like glass.We understand each other’s darknessBecause we’ve experienced it together.There
Darkness vs. LightDarkness creeps so slowly,I am caught by surprise.Somehow my world plunges into unending sorrow.All it takes is a song,A poem,A nudge.Then I am falling.Silent screams echo in my ears.I struggle to find a light bright enough.Something to fend off the darkness like a sword.It isn’t fair to face the darkness knowing there is no escape.I will not die.I cannot.Life clings to me against my will.Where is my other half?My soul mate?My light?I don’t want to be alone,Facing down my demons without a shred of hope.Need me.Find me.Shine so brightly I will be drawn to you.I can’t forget I need to shine.I just feel as if my light is dimming.How will you find me if I am swallowed by my darkness?A light.A flame.A spark of hope.I need a way to defeat my sorrows,So I can help battle yours.Please.Just a glimmer of hope?
Hearts Wide ShutArrested? ... Guilty?... feeling innocent... perceiving ignorance ...
Your secretT'was you, that couldn't keep quiet.
LimboHe stumbled between life and death.
For ScienceBrought toaster to bathtub.Shocking results.
RosieThere was a girl who wandered off...She never came back,Even when the skylight turned blackThere was worry, there was fearBut the town acceptedThe truth was here A cold caseA story for no one to hear Day after day the autumn grows darkThe town, the people, the flowers in the parkAll had dread for good news might never come Dead in the ground?Where has she gone? But it all went by, one cry at a timeOnly aged 11 ,but did it matter?Her family was shatteredEvery day was the same despairBut there was a boy who actually caredHe took flight on his red bicycle and didn't stopHe got to her house and his heart dropped... He couldn't believeHe felt deceivedBut he won't let this beHe ran to the woodsWhich no one should enterhe was brave and clever He ran fastHe ran fierce Rosie!Rosie!He yelled out loudThe woods were coldAll were dead, even soundHis voice was the on
The PainI watch the pain seep out my arm,The tears and memories flow.Despite how it looks,It causes no harm,It relieves my pain,For a second I watch it all go.I am sick of doing this to myself,This is where I always turn.I hear a voice tell me its okay,Everytime I turn to the blade.I now feel so numb,the blood starts to flow,There’s a minute of happiness,but the scars are the only thing left to show.I watch the pain seep out my arm,The tears and memories flow.Despite how it looks,It causes no harm,It relieves my pain,For a second I watch it all go.
The CycleThe Cycle.When you were little, you were alone.When you were a child, you feared her.When you were a teenager, you hated her.When you were an adult, she broke you.When I was little, I was alone.When I was a child, I feared you.When I was a teenager, I hated you.I’m an adult now, you broke me.My biggest fear is when the next one comes.When she is little, she will be alone.When she is a child, she will fear me.When she is a teenager, she will hate me.When she is an adult, I will break her.When I was little, I didn’t know.When I was a child, I understood.When I was a teenager, I made a plan.I’m an adult now, the next one will not come.The cycle ends with me…
The AcheLiving today to see you tomorrow.
Getting ArrestedInnocent, yet his skin speaks "differently".
Good Evening, OfficerOh, your name isn't Officer Handsome?
Where's Your Self-Esteem?"I'm a mess.""A beautiful mess."
SWS: ConcealerMore problems than makeup can fix.
Tattoo RemovalI wish love had outlasted ink.
Wrong choiceSaw your scars.Turned away....regret...
HeartsHearts are canvasesStrangers will paint
Incriminating EvidenceI should have hired a lawyer.
Childhood Thoughts...Always a houseNever a home...