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When will I be able to look into the mirror and not pick myself apart?
When will I be able to stop cutting and realize that everything will be alright?
When will I be able to stop letting HIM rule my life?
When will I be able to overcome so much stuff in my life?
When will I be able to stop caring what other people think about me?
When will I be able to do all of these things?
When will I be able to stop cutting and realize that everything will be alright?
When will I be able to stop letting HIM rule my life?
When will I be able to overcome so much stuff in my life?
When will I be able to stop caring what other people think about me?
When will I be able to do all of these things?
Literature
Seeing Red
Silence
Eerie yet
Beautiful
Silence.
The clouds are around me
I can touch them
Pillers of smoke
Reaching up into
The stars
Heaven
There's no-one here
There's nothing here
Not a sound
Not even a whisper
No living thing
It's all white,
The most delicate
White
I never thought I'd make it
But I'm here now
Just me
And the clouds
As far as the eye
can see.
I'm so sleepy
So cosy
So warm
I glance up
There's something coming
I sit up from my soft blanket
of smoke
Something red
It's not right
Upsetting the balance
Closer
and closer
I yell for it to stop
My shout echoes in the space
But it keeps on coming
fas
Literature
Silence
I used to be so shy,
I wonder what has changed.
It's like everything in my mind,
Has been completely rearranged.
I used to be afraid to talk,
Now I cannot stop.
Making many new friends,
My silent bubble went pop.
But what silenced me,
And what brought me back?
What put tape over my mouth?
What gave my shyness a smack?
You were the one who silenced me,
With your God awful words.
You shattered my spirit,
Into more than thirds.
Because of what you said,
I was afraid to talk.
I was afraid of what people would say,
Or if they would just walk.
The music saved me,
And brought me back to life.
Just look at me now,
I'm through w
Literature
I Survived Suicide
Talking to him on the phone I heard him cry
A silent tear slips down my cheek
I can't feel this for him... no matter how much I love him
Why am I doing this???
I take the knife and slice up my wrists
A call comes in
I reach for the phone
One last word with the man I love.
He begs me to stop
He says he'll never leave
He reminds me of the good times
And what we could be
The kids we'll have
The life we'll leave
I struggle to stand
And stop the blood
I let out a cry as the pain sears through me
As I fight for conciousness
As I fight for life
Now four months later
I look at the scars
The darkest ones the run up my arms
He lie
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all questions i asked myself when i was going through the really dark part of my life a couple years ago... this little poem has a lot of emotion i like it