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You are YouI see you sitting there
Alone with the voices
I can hear them too
How they tell you its not okay
And how the world is against you

Don't listen to them
Please my cherub
Ignore those sweet lies
I promise you its not true
Come and let me hold your hand

Lets take away the pills,
Flush down the alcohol
So you can breathe
And let you think
Now lets clean up this mess

My darling, this isn't needed
For you are loved
By many and more to come
You are gorgeous
And flawed to perfection

You are simply human
And must remember that
You are a survivor
Powerful and strong.
and not your illness

You are more than a victim
You
Don't HealScars

Won't heal

  When you keep

       x Cutting x
LoveWhy do we feel it?
Were we meant to hurt?
Love can be the thing that lights you path,
But it can be the one that makes you feel closest to the darkness.
Is it worth it? Do you really want to feel it, Aching In your heart,
Longing to be filled, that void that a person fills, Why do we feel it?
Does it have a purpose? Sometimes I find the truth, but it always buries itself,
It is ever eluding. Like a cure that we are so close to finding but is just out of reach.
Will I ever love again, Without the fear of that darkness sweeping over my heart.
I ask you because im struggling to find the answer, Please guide me, Show me the way
EcstasyWhen her hand touches mine
When her skin brushes up against me
Even the slightest contact send me into ecstasy
My mind empties
My body goes limp
My heart starts beating
All the cobwebs in my soul disappear
The cosmos itself stops moving
Everything i all right
But she'll never know how i feel
She'll never see the happiness she brings me
So she'll find me one day hanging from a tree
Rope creaking
Death on skeleton wings spread high
I'm Not CrazyShe's lying on her bathroom floor listening to the hushed whispers outside the door.  "Are we sure she's not going to hurt herself?"  "I saw the scratches."  "She was wearing long sleeves yesterday."  She looks down at her scar free arms.  Those idiots.  They don't know anything.

She turns over on her side and starts clawing at the tile.  "I'm not crazy," she tells herself.  And then she laughs.  "I'm not crazy."  She opens the drawer next to her and starts rummaging through the contents.  She laughs and picks up the doll she used to play with when she was younger.

"What are you doing?" she hears from outside the door.  And then there are v
AcheI wish you were here
So I could let the tears flow.
So you could see how it is,
on these nights.
Maybe you'd understand the loneliness,
This strange ache in my chest.
I'm aliveHeart pounding-
I stare into Oblivion-
I close my eyes
And rely only on instinct-
Then- I'm off.

I feel myself plunge,
down- down-
I pedal on,
faster- faster-

I open my eyes
And watch everything fly
Just as a blur.
I can feel my blood
Pulsing steadily through
My entire body.

I remember: I'm alive.
The Girl Who Has EverythingAnd she really is
Quite the beautiful girl.
   Quite the talented poet.
           Quite the genius artist.

How can she feel bad about herself?
How can she want to be someone else,
When every time I read her poem,
See her picture,
Hear her voice,
I know I'd give anything to be like her?
What can I say to the girl
Who's scared of herself?

I think
She's not afraid that she can't do it.
    She's afraid that she can
              Better than anyone else could even dream to.

I think
What this all comes down to
    Is that she's scared
 &
MazeAll so confused
Like everywhere we turn
Something else happens
Life becomes a never-ending maze
With happiness as the prize
For getting out
You could get out
With a single bullet
And sometimes
With self-inflicted pain
Upon your skin
You can forget
How frustrating this maze has become
As a small child,
You dove in to the maze
Unaware that it would be anything
But fun
Unaware that it would be anything
A band-aid couldn't fix
And that soon
You would be
Back against the wall
Crying and alone.
Walk with me,
Through the maze
Maybe I cannot..
Find your way out for you
Instantly
But I can surely
Guide you
And help you b
Snow GlobeI am walking on glass
My world is enclosed in the shards
Thin ice
It is cracking

You are walking along the edge of a knife,
Stray a little and you will fall

Stumbling along, hearing the snap
Of my world crumbling to pieces

The knife is calling my name
Beckoning
Bid my blood run...

Rebuild my empty world
With glass the color of her hair
And a sun the shade of her smile

Fill my once empty world with color
Take my hand in yours and we will enter heaven together
LOLIt's funny
Because with all these insults
You'll actually think I'll care.
Yeah, I know what you think of me.
Because the ones you gossip to
Are the ones who don't like you
And so they come to tell me.

Though it's never hurt.

Okay... maybe a little.

But does it matter?

True friends, they're the ones who call you a bitch and make you laugh
The ones who'll stand up for you no matter what happens
The ones who just love you to the point where you have arguements
About who loves who more.
Who will go to great lengths to get you something you'll never need
Something you'll never use
Just to make you feel special
They always talk ab
The death of him"The death of him"

It was an old blue house right on the corner,
word had it his mom was a drunk bitchy hoarder.
They said his daddy killed himself and haunted their street,
so little Jimmy got ostracized and beat.
He's just smile, and pretend he never was offended,
and when someone asked him how he was, he just pretended.
But it was starting to get to him.

He could FEEL IT closing in on him,
he could FEEL IT pushing down on him.
The darkness was starting to win,
and he new it's be the death of him.

The boy got a little older,
and his mom got a little drunker.
He saw less and less of her,
But it was quiet what he pre
.:I need him:.
If he died then my world would crumble...
I would go insane and cause misery to everyone near me...
I should stay with no friends...
I need him with me...
I want to feel his arms around me...
His love is my strength...
His kisses is my smile...
I need him...
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The whispers

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On the edge of my sanity here
not understanding the voice in my ear
it whispers things I don't want to hear
The syllables like tendrils
curl their fingers around my thoughts
like a disease with a cure that can't be bought
I hear all of my inner fears and faults
all of my imperfections cloud my mind
Now this negative vibe spreads slow
through my veins like poison
it's coldness freezes me where I am
"I loathe all my ugly features and quirks
how can any one stand to be around me?"
This voice in my ear seems to be satisfied
after this last line was inserted in my brain
my will fights a losing battle against negativity

My sanity is at stake
I can't fight a monster
with no fear or weakness

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The whispersby ~didyousayNINJA

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not much of a rhymer but I tried :T
Feeling down D:
©2011-2013 ~didyousayNINJA
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*yohkai Jun 12, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
A poem doesn't need to rhyme silly. ;P

So long as it flows and makes its reader ponder and reflect, that's all that counts. And I must say, it definitely did that.
Great poem. :)

My favorite line: "like a disease with a cure that can't be bought"
Very powerful imagery. :D
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~didyousayNINJA Jun 12, 2011  Student Writer
Thanks you and I'm glad it made you ponder and reflect. :D
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