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 Oct 2013 tiaamaariaa
R
there once was a girl
who was an artist, but
here's the twist
a razor was her paintbrush
and the canvas was her
wrist.

"Ugly" "Fat" "Worthless"
they were written
word for word
nobody thought otherwise
after-all, that girl is so
happy, that'd be
absurd.

one night it was raining
and the thoughts became
to much
she reached for her
blades and blood
poured out with just
one touch.

the next morning her
parents found her,
it was an "accident"
they would say.
because after-all,
whould'a thought that
their happy daughter
wasn't okay?

She fought endlessly for
her life, but it
was all to much to
handle
little did she know that
she'd be one of many in
this suicide
scandal.
first stanza is from tumblr and i decided to add a twist, i have no idea who the original owner of the first stanza is but i hope its okay that i tweaked it a bit to use it. thank you and have a nice time reading, please comment!! thanks!
They Said I was an attention *****.
I believed them.
They said I was ugly.
I believed them.
They said I was useless.
I believed them.
They said I was worthless.
I believed them.
They said I was a hopeless *****.
I believed them.
They said I was stupid.
I believed them.
They said I was fat.
I believed them.
They said I would never be loved.
I believed them.
They said I wasn't cared about.
I believed them.
They said I was unable to be helped.
I believed them.
They said they didn't care.
I believed them.
They said I was a failure.
I believed them.
They said I was hated.
I believed them.
They said I should **** myself.
So I tried.
I failed.
They still taunt me.
My thoughts.
I believe everything they say.
I believe that I'm an attention *****.
I believe that I'm ugly.
I believe that I'm useless.
I believe that I'm worthless.
I believe that I'm a hopeless *****.
I believe that I'm stupid.
I believe that I'm fat.
I believe that I will never be loved.
I believe that I'm not cared about.
I believe that I'm unable to be helped.
I believe that they don't care.
I believe that I'm a failure.
I believe that I'm hated.
I believe that I should **** myself.
But again...
I failed.
Each time I fail.
Every time I fail.
My thoughts come haunting back.
They Said
if I was a fish
would you catch me;
reel me in
then realise
you had a
fish that had been
partly nibbled
and return me
to the sea
to die?
Can you hear the Silence?
It's loud in my ears.
No one, but I can hear it.
It's worse at night.
Every bit of Silence.
The Darkness makes it worse.
Making images with my eyes and soundless sound with my ears.
I just want to stop it all.
End the Silence.
Consume the Darkness.
No.
I just want to break out of the cell Silence has me in.
Live in the Light.
Live in the Sound.
Have the right for Life.
I want out of the Silence.
Let Me Free
 Oct 2013 tiaamaariaa
Jay
I don't use the blades anymore
Instead, my mind becomes the blade
My psyche resembles my wrists
because I'd rather you see the blood in my eyes
Than drenching through my sheets at night
I'm getting so sick of this blood and tear stained bed
I've resolved to keep it all in my head
because I know what happy boys do when they see scars
When they see a flicker of the perfect girl being imperfect
They run, as far as their happy legs can take them
they run to the smiling girl,
But I can be your smiling girl
I won't show you my sad
I won't show you my numb
I won't show you anything that isn't perfect.
Instead, when I'm feeling down
I'll run to the bookstore
And sit on a comfy chair in the poetry section,
You'll never find me there
because you don't know that I love books or poetry
because you think I wouldn't be caught dead in a bookstore
because you think that tea is too bitter.
So I won't show you anything other than what you want to see
and when you're here to stay,
I will be happy.
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