No moreSlit my wrists and hope to die
Sit around and wonder why
I love you and you love me
But I want to be set free
Because of you I can't leave
Loving you is my pet peeve
Close your eyes, don't watch me fall
Cuz I'll want to end it all
I don't know if I'm still here
Or if I've succumbed to fear
I can live this life no more
I lay silent on the floor
I have no more tears to shed
Close my eyes, lay down my head
Slowly let my smile fade
Wonder if I should have stayed
ListenStop whatever you're doing
Don't listen to those fake thoughts
Put your hand over your heart
Do you feel that
Do you feel the beat
You're body is pulsating
And with light
And if you listen close enough
You can actually hear that in those beats
It's like listening to a clock ticking through time
Now, that's how to REALLY listen to your heart
And once you hear it's beauty
You'll want to hear more
So maybe it's time that you listen to someone else's heart too
Hearts beat in sinc
Just like how my heart beats for you
Let's take a break from this nightmare
Put your head on my chest
As my heart beats for you
And let our hearts gradually beat slower
As we fall asleep
Into a better dream
BurnCan you hear me?
Can you see me?
Do you fear me?
Could you be me?
What do you think?
Could it be true?
Is it possible,
That I could be you?
What do you say?
You sense that I'm here,
And I'm here to stay.
The words don't come out right,
The pain just stays in,
And there's nothing you can do about it,
No way you can win.
So let me hold you,
And watch you burn.
From dust you came,
To dust you return.
Read those words again
And that's exactly
What I did
I turned to you
"Do you think
That I might
And you said
But you did know
Would do anything
To help prevent it
Up to me"
Then I worried
Because you are my strength
You lifted up my chin
With your gentle grasp
And gazed into
My pool of tears
With your very own
"Even if you do
End up broken again
I will still be there
To pick up the pieces
By my side
In my heart
I knew I wouldn't fall apart again
We'd fall togeter
FarDeep or shallow
Full or hollow
After a while you don't even know
It all rushed so fast, yet went so slow
The signs are clearly starting to show
And now you're afraid as to how far you'll go
are you there?
I can feel your eyes boring into me,
I can sense your stare."
Is that all you have to say?
You have no words of "hope" to tell
Before I fade away?
I've come to heal.
I know exactly how you feel."
"You know nothing!" I harshly whispered.
"I refuse to take off the mask I have on.
The damage has already been done and it's irreversible now,
for I am already gone."
"What?" You uttered.
"What do you mean?"
Wow, you're clueless. But it is pitch dark,
so I guess the blood can't be seen.
"It's all over now." I whispered,
finally a real expression of peace on my face.
Now I finally saw that "hope" you spoke of,
as I slipped away, smiling and staring off into space.
Blend InWith sharp words and empty smiles
You discovered the will and strength that I was lacking
You took a swing at me and liked the power
So you just kept on attacking
You pushed me down and hovered over me
You lunged at old scars and kept on hacking
Your grin full of satisfaction and eyes full of venom
Because you could see I was breaking and cracking
Then I'm not quite sure what happened next
But I was aware of your feet clicking and clacking
Though I knew you were fleeing
I was unaware of what sent you packing
As I picked myself up, my vision was blurring
I collapsed in a corner, my mind slurring and slacking
My wish to "blend into the scenery" had come true
As I slipped away and became part of the wall to which I was still backing
WingsA rip and a tear
The glimmer of dim light causing the metal to glare
But we won't stop there
Because this is the only thing for which we still care
With every drop, we're falling fast and falling faster
Pushed to the edge by life's unmerciful disaster
The pure cruelty of this world hidden by lies
Kept caged behind sorrowful, sullen, sunken, dull eyes
And that's only part of our mask
But you should know better than to ask
Because after the first couple of cracks and chips
We decidedly seal our fake-smiling lips
For we are already weakened and wish to hurt no more
We're still trying to heal the hole you unknowingly tore
For when you went, emptiness was left behind
We can't believe we trusted you, we were childish, stupid, and blind
You must remember we're fragile and scared though we hate to admit
With every pang of guilt and shame, you know where it's going to hit
And because our mask isn't easily
winter brew.he wrote me a love song
in a teacup.
I drank down the words,
let them warm me up
from the inside out.
Six Word Stories~She's far stronger than you think.
I love you: three deadly words.
Be careful; she's a delicate butterfly.
Can't the peace overcome the hate?
You and I, we are perfect.
His lips are warm, for now.
Hold me until dawn's subtle light.
He's rare, don't loosen your grip.
Your lethal words aren't welcome here.
You mean the world to her.
Use more tact the next time.
His heart is torn to pieces.
You only gave her shattered glass.
He had my heart held captive.
This Is SchizophreniaI feel like I'm talking to myself,
and not in the humorous way,
not like the, I'm “going” insane way
because I am Insane.
I'm insane in the sense that I can hear
things that aren't necessarily there,
things that burrow their little bodies
inside of my ears.
And insane in the way I see things, things that
you can't see. And trust me it's
nothing to “feel” special about, not a magic act,
not a special power that I harness.
This is schizophrenia.
This is a delusion so real and “natural”
that you can't tell whether it's imagination
or something unnatural
This is a nightmare that never goes away,
that a pinch to the arm only angers more
than medications that are supposed to stop
the mental sores.
These are arms so red and angry,
because pinching doesn't work,
but you pinch and pinch and pinch
in order to maintain some sort of normality.
And these next few lines are not to
dote down on Christians, because
I'm one of you. Just God's
forsaken child, I
god is love
i want to scream god is love. i want to hide god is love i want to cry god is love i want to give up god is love i want to fight. god is love. i want to hate. god is love i want to die. god is love i want to disappear but god is love. i want to cry god is love. never give up dear friends for we are not alone for god is love
dear friend reverse thinking for inspiration . it does not matter which religion you are. we are his children there is light in the darkness donnot give up
Rest In PowerThere is a girl
That won't be able to grow up now.
Just because closed minded people,
Refused to use the right pronouns.
There is a boy
That won't be able to get married.
Or have a chance to change the world.
Because his mother abused him with her words.
I don't understand why people can't just see
Someone who looks or thinks differently.
And see something beautiful, something unique.
Instead they live in fear of the monster
That is diversity.
I am speaking to you, parents.
Of all the people us kids look up to.
It is you.
We look to you for guidance,
We look to you for reassurance
And we look to you for love.
If you can't accept the possibility
That your kid might turn out differently
Than you or other people's children.
Then don't have kids.
Because honestly to be a parent
You need love.
And that is something you obviously
HopeWhen no one else ever seemed to notice me,
You were the first to say "hello".
And you did so with beaming joy.
When I felt so outcast and alone from the world,
You were the one who sat by my side.
And listened with an open heart.
When no one else would acknowledge my very existence,
You were the one to reach out and bare your soul to me.
And you made me feel like somebody.
When I thought of so many reasons to die...
You became my reason to live...
And I will never forget that.
This Isn't the EndDon't make the same mistake I did.
I've been watching you.
How you've been slowly slipping away.
I've laid next to you on the days
That you lay in bed and watch the light
Move across your room.
As the sun crawls through the sky.
I've watched you before you wake up.
Before you get out of bed.
How you whisper that it's all just in your head.
How you take out your favorite sweater.
The marks are hidden, gone.
No one would ever know better.
I've watched you reject meal after meal.
Because you just don't 'feel' Like eating.
And to be perfectly honest,
You don't feel like living.
I've watched you stand on the roof top.
I've watched you examine the bill bottles.
But I am also the thing that makes you stop.
And put the things away.
The thing that tells you that you won't die today.
Because I've been watching you
I know the feeling too.
But we're not the same.
And it'd be such a shame
To see someone as,
And as brilliant as you.
Make the same mistake as me.
Keep your head hel
Soldier BoyOne day he came home,
A man given freedom.
He looked in the mirror,
And liked what he saw...
The days wore on,
And he lived his life.
Morning PT was a distant memory,
So too were the shouts of a Sergeant.
Training came thrice at first,
Then twice, then once,
The days wore on...
And life became harder,
Sacrifices were made.
He looked in the mirror one day,
And didn't like what he saw.
Not the pot-bellied man working for a few scraps.
Nor the slovenly fellow who'd forgotten how to clean his kit.
He earned his freedom, but he had lost what he respected...
And the days wore on...
And so he went out running, one fateful day,
His lungs burning with every breath.
Yet despite the pain inside his chest,
He resolved the soldier, would return to his best.
"You've been gone a long time Corporal Chen, what say we go once more around
-Word of Chen, One-shot, 24 February
exit stage leftif this were a movie, this would be the moment
i break down crying in your arms and i tell you
every little thing about myself that i’ve learned
to hate at four in the morning when i wake up
and ask myself why i’m still alone and you would piece my world
back together with your hands and a simple phrase and i would
no longer want to cry all the damn time and i would
want to leave the house and actually end up leaving the house
and if this were a movie that would be the climax and
that would be the ending scene, us
falling to the ground, me in your arms,
me with my make up running, me thanking god
that i met you, you holding me, you pressing your face to my
hair, you thanking god that you were able to get to me in time
and if this were a movie you would hold my hand
through turning off ovens and locking
the backdoor at night and you would cook dinner on the nights that
i can’t get out of the bedroom and you would eventually figure
out not to worry about me when i
Although I really like this poem's presentation, I don't like what is being implicated in it. I won't say DSH is a good thing, but I agree, this poem was inventive about how it portrayed DSH (it might have been clichéd by the ending, but overall, I wasn't expecting it).
Things should turn out better soon. I'm praying that they do for you.