23 Dec, 2014 07:57 AM
All alone they sit,
Waiting for the day,
When finally someone will come along,
And never walk away.
They cry themselves to sleep,
As they think about the pain,
Their hearts are now silent,
They think there's nothing left to gain.
Sometimes the pain is just too much,
That they all just want to forget,
, Self Harm
, TrappedVotes: 2
19 Mar, 2014 01:38 AM
It's a blade.
It's a razor sharp blade.
A razor sharp blade that I have hidden in my room.
A hidden razor sharp blade that is only to be found by me.
It's my hidden razor sharp blade that is to only be used by me.
I take that razor sharp hidden blade and unwrap it from the paper.
I use it; I slice open my soft smooth skin.
Without a doubt I cut deeper and deeper.
I think of all the horrid things that have been said to me.
and the pain is numb.
The blood trickles beneath my skin.
, DepressionVotes: 3
18 May, 2013 09:00 PM
Bleak and dreary
I’m bored and weary
Unhappiness, and misery
Trapped in a live room
It’s breathing, it’s eating me
I’m bleeding, Boredom is killing me
I’m tired and wounded
I can’t eat, I can’t sleep
I’m starving, I cry and weep
, DarknesVotes: 4