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  Mar 2015 Leo Cunio
effaced
'everyone has changed since the beginning of the year'*

'yeah, everyone is broken...'
  Mar 2015 Leo Cunio
FallenAngel93
I feel so numb,
I rush to my room,
The frantic thoughts in my head start to resume,
I rush to my desk and look all around,
Until a rusty razor is what I found,
I grab it with one hand, and take a seat n my bed,
As I lift up my sleeve to reveal what lays ahead,
Pale white lines that make creases in my skin,
They're there to remind me, I'll never win,
I want to feel something so I render my arm,
To the vicious temptations of committing self harm,
First I imagine the pain I will feel,
And I press down the razor to make it more real,
I imagine the red liquid that will flow from my vein,
And I wonder if I'm truly going insane,
I close my eyes tight and clench my fist,
As I drag my old razor across my wrist,
A raging pain, I remember it all too well,
As I bite back my lip to keep back a yell,
I open my eyes and look down in dismay,
As the blood keeps running without delay,
I know I'm in pain but at least I feel,
And besides in time it's going to heal,
I go to the bathroom and try my best,
To patch up my wound and clean up my mess,
I rinse off the blade and return it to it's place,
So if I need it again it's there just in case,
I lay in my bed and take one more glance at my arm,
Just another day failing victim to self harm
  Mar 2015 Leo Cunio
FallenAngel93
Yes I do, I believe,
That the only day I will be where I was,
Right there, next to you,
And it's hard, The days just seem so dark,
The moon, the stars are nothing without you,
You touch, your skin, where do i begin?
No words can explain the way I'm missing you,
Deny this emptiness, this hole that I'm inside,
These tears, they tell their own story,
Told me not to cry, when you were gone,
But the feelings overwhelming, it's much too strong,
Can I lay by your side, next to you, you,
And make sure you're alright,
I'll take care of you,
I don't want to be here if I can't be here with you tonight,
I'm reaching out to you,
Can you hear my call,
This hurt that I've been through,
I'm missing you, missing you like crazy,
Told me not to cry, when you were gone,
But the feelings overwhelming, it's much too strong,
Can I lay by your side, next to you, you,
And make sure you're alright,
I'll take care of you,
I don't want to be here if I can't be with you tonight,
Lay me down tonight, lay me by your side,
Lay me down tonight, Lay me by your side,
Can I lay by your side, Next to you, you-ou.
Yes, this may be a song, but ever time I hear it i cry. because I need you more then ever. And yet you left. And I cant handle it
  Mar 2015 Leo Cunio
FallenAngel93
We cut into our skin,
Because,
We are angry,
We are sad,
We are hurting,
We are trying to hide it,
We are lost,
We are broken,
We cut into our skin because we want to feel the scars we feel on the inside,
We want to have proof that we are still alive,
We cut into our skin because we are lost for words and we were left alone,
We cut into our skin because it's all that is left,
We are done, looking for a better way,
We don't talk about "it",
Because we don't trust anymore,
We cut into our skin because it's all we know.
  Mar 2015 Leo Cunio
FallenAngel93
I will always care for you,
Even if we're not together,
And even if we're far,
Far away from each other,
Leo Cunio Mar 2015
My life is measured in numbers.
52002 days I've lived, I've* breathed.
498 days since I've seen my mother.
175 days to find my change.
176 days till the first day of high-school.
My life is *measured
in numbers
This is what keeps me sane.
Seeing the progress.
-Alexyss
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