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gia-marie May 2019
the first time, it was cold.
a dark November night.
what else was I to resort to?
there was nothing.
my mind fuzzy.
my vision blurry.
I reached for the slick piece of metal.
the sharp object that would soon be my saving grace.
the answer to my questions.
the right to my wrongs.
it felt better just to drag it across my thigh at first.
feel the scratching of the metal across my untouched skin.
to barely leave a mark but still feel the pain was my intention.
but soon it turned into more.
six lines in a row everyday over my beautiful skin.
a punishment for the things I thought I had done wrong.
soon my untouched skin turned into a scarred masterpiece.
something so horrible...
but yet so beautiful.
something I hated...
but yet was so proud of.
but nobody was supposed to know of my masterpiece.
it was supposed to be the secret between me and my demons.
the ones I fought everyday.
the ones I still fight to this day.
and finally I let the secret out.
<3
** TRIGGER WARNING **
I just wanna say that this is not me telling everyone for the first time that I self harm.  I have already gone through rehab, been to the mental hospital and I am on the road to recovery.  this is to show people they are not alone.  much love,
g.
tree May 2019
i was in love with him once
he was the most imperfect soul i had ever known
but why was i drawn to that? i don't know
for i wasn't known for being imperfect
i was never sad, never had an ounce of hatred in my heart
my pure innocent heart was exposed to the horrors of the real world
thanks to him
yet why did i come back to him? for i was not
the one who cried. nor the one who gave
up. why did the only whole person fall in
love with the most broken person? she tried to help
him but only cut herself on his broken
shards. with every drop of her blood she fell more and
more in
love..

now i am still not the imperfect one
they call me smart, kind
empty compliments echo in my ears as i drown in
other's expectations. the most important word to me has
been removed. i am still the smart one. i am still the one who
is kind. but i am no longer
the one who
laughs.
my efforts to repair the pieces of the one i
loved were useless. for all it did was make
me bleed my happiness out where i
could never retrieve it
again.
please give me my laugh back
Ava Courtney May 2019
We are all the same.
We all bleed the same color.
We are all cells in the body of humanity.
We all have this strange delusion
And utter fantasy that love, only love
Could heal our brokenness
And make us feel whole again.

We all love someone so much
That it hurts us inside
We all love someone so much
That we can't hate them for leaving

We all fall down
Cry our eyes out
Feel pain
Taste the rain
Fall in love
Get our hearts broken

We all have strengths and weaknesses
We all have deep cuts
One so deep they’ll never heal
And you’ll always feel the pain

We all live this life day in day out
Sunup to sundown
Breath to breath

We are all the same

We all bleed R E D
Nomkhumbulwa May 2019
That is what you are,
So evil and unkind;
There is a reason you are alone,
And its not difficult to find.

There is a reason why you must bleed,
These people are right about you,
As disgusting burden on society,
It would be much better off without you.

You are ignorant and stupid,
Why would anyone want to know you?
There is a reason you are so alone,
Nobody is at fault, except you.

You upset everyone,
You're spiteful and unkind,
You dont understand their pain,
And the pain you have left behind.

There's nobody to help you,
For you are beyond all help,
There is no cure for such evil,
Money will be spent on someone else.

You deserve to be alone,
You deserve no family,
No friends, nobody to trust,
Thats how its meant to be.

Nobody wants you in this World,
The damage you've done is enough,
You were never wanted in the first place,
But you were born, with no love.

For why would anyone love you?
You're a failure in every way,
You've let down an entire society,
They will hate you till your dying day.

And you deserved it all,
You selfish, manipulative liar,
Nobody wants to see your face,
Nobody wants you to be here.

Keep cutting deeper with the blade,
Use something heavier for the bruises,
Because until you are dead,
Punishment is the only way to abuse you.

Stay away from others,
You will only do them harm,
Plus they will just never understand,
They are not from where you are from.

Just for writing this
You will be scorned,
An attention seeking waste of space,
Dont say you weren't warned.

Nobody wants you here,
You damage everyone,
Please just damage yourself,
Leave everyone else alone.

You dont belong,
Keep bleeding for them,
Shame you dont have enough pills,
To put it to an end.

I hate you **
Another piece from my self attacking brain.
With blade as her plume
Her blood as her ink
Her skin as her paper
She scribbled cuts
Instead of letters
She writes a mail
Of torment and misery
Across her wrist
To those person she loved truly
But it seems the mail
Will remain unsent
For she decides to hide
And alone she bled
c Apr 2019
I do not believe
In the idea of love
You are too far gone
Outsider Apr 2019
I wear my heart on my sleeves.
As in the cuts that bleed.
Where everyone can see that I´m damaged.
How I´m broken,
ruined,
to pieces.
One can never fully recover.
As my cuts turn to scars,
my sleeves will still,
never be the same.
As the same for my heart.
Red Apr 2019
greedy fingers
pulling
prodding
taking
throbbing
stolen flesh
beneath fingernails
wounds still fresh
missing entrails
I know you took it
bloodied hands and all
I'll take your limbs
you better learn to crawl


give back my heart.
he who consumes excessive amounts of female flesh, what a sinner indeed.
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