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posted by xxemogirl101xx
Everyday around quarter past three,
wewe burst into the bathroom searching for me,
I get hidden kwa your mother while wewe are away,
hidden, unused for most of the day,
I feel your anger as your hand grips me tight,
I'm the one & only thing that helps wewe sleep at night,
I live to put scars upon your wrist,
I leave my mark I'm proud of this,
I watch as the beautiful red blood pattern drips,
and runs off the ends of your fingertips,
what possesses humans to act like this,
to scream, cry & cut their wrists,
but for now my job is clear
the reason that I was brought here
to relieve the pain
to sit kwa the window and watch the rain,
up until around quarter past three
when wewe burst into the bathroom searching for me...
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posted by Rockgrl
Tell me why I've been lied to
Tell me why there are secrets hidden from me
kwa my sister

Explain to me why she choose this
Explain to me why I hurt so much
Explain to me why I don't care any more
About my life

Answer me why I want to cry
Answer me why I want to die
Answer me why I want her to just
Leave already
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I've been hurt kwa a sister. She has lied openly to my face, hidden secrets from me when she promised me she wouldn't, and threw me out like I was trash. I'm wrong for being hurt, au am I just an idiot?
posted by anna_von_vanity
Go to sleep and close your eyes

And dream of broken butterflies

That tore their wings against a thorn

wewe know the pain that which they’ve born

Silver metal shine so bright

Scarlet blood that feels so right

Dream of that blood trickling down

And wake up just before wewe drown

The moonlight shining off your tears

As wewe bleed out your worst fears

So tonight when wewe start to cry

Whisper the cutters lullaby:

Hushabye baby, your almost dead

wewe don’t have a pulse and your pillows red

Your family hates you, and your Marafiki let wewe bleed

Sleep tight with a knife, cause thats all wewe need

Rockabye baby, broken and scarred

wewe didn’t know life would be this hard

Time to end the pain wewe hid so well

And down wewe go baby

Straight back to hell
posted by scarykids-emo
The devils flames lick at my toes
Waiting to kumeza me in.
A little monster on my back, pushing me further & further.
Coming far too close to my end.

The place is hot
White lights glare at my eyes,
Trying to surface me
To my despise.

My bodie is burning
This walk with the monster is...
Delightful

My toes are burning,
My legs follow
My hips & torso feel his bittersweet sting

He whispers sweet thing into my ear
Telling me to come & disapear
His words are tempting
So strong and true
It only makes me think of you...

Breaking the surface of his black shell
Falling to fast into my own...
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posted by zutaradragon
hope, for me, is a place uncharted
and extreamly over grown.
the world, it has chilled me,
frozen my very soul.

my little hope bird, it is gone
forbidden and forwarned.
all my faith and trust,
it flew away in the storm.

the fire, it can not warm me,
i do not feel the cold,
the sun doesn't shine,
my moyo is numb.

and this is why,
my hope bird has died.
because the world has chilled me,
my moyo can not ache,
nor can it brake.

the lie of a life
i'm suppose to live,
but, no one can give
an explination.
so i ask, Why?

why do we need
to belong in a group?
why can't i be me?

so this is why
hope for me is a place uncharted,
and my hope bird is gone.
i hope wewe understand...
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posted by cherryade_s
I'm bored so I'll write a quick poem:) This is ALL true apart from the end. I just want to tell everyone that suicide isn't always the answer though at the time it seemed right. What really happened was my carers made me see a phycologist he gave me pills and things and now I'm living a perfectly happy teenage life though I can never rid of the memories that still haunt me. Stay strong people! It will all work out xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

I remember a few years back,
When I thought I had it really bad,
I'd heard that my dear mother had died,
And there was nobody to hold me when I cried.

The months...
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