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Talking to him on the phone I heard him cry
A silent tear slips down my cheek
I can't feel this for him... no matter how much I love him
Why am I doing this???
I take the knife and slice up my wrists
A call comes in
I reach for the phone
One last word with the man I love.
He begs me to stop
He says he'll never leave
He reminds me of the good times
And what we could be
The kids we'll have
The life we'll leave
I struggle to stand
And stop the blood
I let out a cry as the pain sears through me
As I fight for conciousness
As I fight for life
Now four months later
I look at the scars
The darkest ones the run up my arms
He lied
He left me
But I'm still alive
Praying my way through each and every day
Fighting to not die
I cry each night
Till the morning light
Why did he leave me
Why didn't I die.
A silent tear slips down my cheek
I can't feel this for him... no matter how much I love him
Why am I doing this???
I take the knife and slice up my wrists
A call comes in
I reach for the phone
One last word with the man I love.
He begs me to stop
He says he'll never leave
He reminds me of the good times
And what we could be
The kids we'll have
The life we'll leave
I struggle to stand
And stop the blood
I let out a cry as the pain sears through me
As I fight for conciousness
As I fight for life
Now four months later
I look at the scars
The darkest ones the run up my arms
He lied
He left me
But I'm still alive
Praying my way through each and every day
Fighting to not die
I cry each night
Till the morning light
Why did he leave me
Why didn't I die.
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Suicidal
Blood flows from our wrists,
Making our hands turn into fists.
We only feel the pain and sorrow,
Have we given up hope for a better tomorrow?
The rope is hanging from the ceiling,
Helping us end that miserable feeling.
The pills are scattered across the floor,
Maybe we need to swallow just one more?
Others might refuse to see the cruelty of life,
While others try to end it by the knife.
Trying to get out of this cruel dream,
Sometimes all we can do is scream.
There are others like you out there,
You might not yet know where.
But they try to overcome it,
That's something not all will admit.
Every one of us needs a helping hand,
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My Own Haunts
Down and down I tumble
Towards the end of it all
Feeling so hurt and dead
Just a constant reminder
I wish to bleed
Nothing more to carve away
I want it.
God, I crave it more.
To dig away my skin.
To hide away all the reminders
It will be no better
Probably not. But I hate myself
More for leaving proof
Dreadful memories of what I am
A deep insane mental case
Who tried to end herself many times
Now with marks everywhere
Ashamed and forever frightened
To be judged and lectured
To show off my body to my love
For even my most intimate parts are scared
This is disgusting, I should get rid of it
Hide away al
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people doing what they can't.
i/b. well the flower-fingered girl, i met her last year. no, two years ago. all she wanted was love, a boyfriend. not the same thing but she wanted it to be.
she grew up over the course of that year, less naive. she wrote poems. still does.
i think.
c. the ocean-eyed girl, that's the one. she's after ribs; bones bones and more bones. or well, she'd like to be after them anyway. she used to be after blood. now she's after wanting to be after bones. funny how life works, but hey.
this is the only way she can get guts, i suppose.
she's used to missing
people. and places too. used to that feeling of iwanttogohome, replaced as months go by b
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This is about something that happened 4 months ago.. he did leave me... I do cry every night... I miss him like crap and can barely survive without him by my side
UPDATE: I think this one deserves an update... well it's been just over 9 months since this happened... we haven't gotten back together and i don't plan on that happening... i don't cry over him anymore... i don't miss him that much either... i don't need him and i am growing stronger than he ever thought i could, right in front of his eyes.
Everyone can be just as strong, if you miss someone well lemme just say...
You don't need them <3 you are perfect as yourself
UPDATE: I think this one deserves an update... well it's been just over 9 months since this happened... we haven't gotten back together and i don't plan on that happening... i don't cry over him anymore... i don't miss him that much either... i don't need him and i am growing stronger than he ever thought i could, right in front of his eyes.
Everyone can be just as strong, if you miss someone well lemme just say...
You don't need them <3 you are perfect as yourself
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You're very strong. How inspiring. I'm glad you're doing better.