I hide my pretty little scars
Under my pretty little clothes
Afraid of what they'll think
Or what they already know
Walking down the hall
Heads turn and teachers stare
They don't kow what i'm hiding
Or why my skin is never bare
Everyone asks me what's wrong
I say i'm fine and keep walking
Noone understands
Why I'm not talking
Rumors spread, and gossip gets out
That I've been cutting myself
There's no doubt about that
But they don't have to know the truth
Walking to the bathroom
Blade in my hand
You follow me in
Close the stall so you can't see
All my pain or to watch me bleed
Hear my cry, knock on the door
Wonder what'
I'm in a room full of people
Yet, I feel so alone
I'm in a sauna
Yet, I am so cold
I'm in the ocean
Yet, I feel so dry
I want to talk to you
But no words will come out
You call me in your office
Tell me I need to talk
But I don't want to talk
Spouting off meaningless words
Tell me I need to talk
But im not read to talk
Yell, scream, you have a fit
Tell me I need to talk
But Im not ready
You calm down
Tell me you're just concerned
Send me back to class
But now I am ready to talk
And nobody wants to listen
The Memories Stay With Me by scared-a-lot, literature
Literature
The Memories Stay With Me
I can't focus
It's always on my mind
I can't sleep
It's always on my mind
I can't forget
The scars remind me
Of my terrible past
I never want to relive
They'll never go away
The horrific memories
Of my Little Blade and me
Playing doctor on my arm.
I have one true friend
And one only
That is my Little Blade
He never leaves me
He is always there when I need him the most
He doesn't tell anyone
My darkest secrets
My Little Blade
Is my only friend
I look at my scars
All over my arm
From the *past*
I look at my cuts
All over my legs
From the *present*
I look in the mirror
And see a coffing
If I continue to cut
THAT is my *future*
I feel like a puppet
In a kids show
Everyone pulling my strings
Trying to get me to talk
They all end up fighting
So I run and hide
Once again I cut
Deeper and Deeper each time
Till I am left dangling
My strings broken
Cause everyone gave up
And noone cared enough.
When I look in your eyes
I see a cold hearted-soul
How could you do this to me
How could you leave me in the cold
I gave everything to you
My heart,
My soul,
My love,
And you misused it
Mistreated it
Like it was nothing at all
Torn me in half
When you said
You wanted to be just friends
I didn't understand
But now i understand
That you just want to be friends
And that you want her and not me
That you want to be just friends
Cause that's all we will ever be
I will always be the one that comes in 2nd place
Always the girl that will never win the race
I want you so bad
Why can't you want me back
I need you
She
When you see me in the hall
Don't talk to me
If you see me crying
Know it's because of you
When you left it was like everything in the world turned black
And you took my life and soul out of me
I feel like nothing anymore
You completed me
I feel so alone with nobody to go home to
At night when i dial 6 numbers just to hang up the phone
And I want to give you a second chance but i dont want to get hurt again
When i look like im sad
Its because i am
When i am crying
Just remember
its all because
Of
YOU!
So alone
Dont know where to turn
Then i see your baby blue eyes
And i get lost and i wonder why
i cant love you
i wont love you
you have broken my heart to many times
i wont, i cant
yet
it is so hard
i still have the picture
you gave me 2 years ago
we looked so happy
you were holding me in your arms
you had just told me you loved me
all the world was at peace
except my heart
it was crushed
by your beating during the night
i tried to fight back and you pushed and slapped me harder
i cried for help and you laughed in my face
i felt so alone as i do now
and to this day
i wouldnt take back anything
i have ever done
He was walking her home
And holding her hand
And the way she smiled
It stole the breath right out of him
Down that old, dusty road
With the stars up above
He remembers where he was
The night he fell in love
He was walking her home
On that old, dusty road.
I tell you good night
Thinking it is alright
Then you turn away
Without a word to say
I get worried and scared
When you tell me that you don't care
Why would you lead me on
Then I turn around and you're gone
What the hell is it funny to you
It is all a joke to you
Are my feelings worthless
Do they mean nothing to you
Did you break my heart
Because i wouldn't give it up to you
No
Then why
Do you enjoy seeing me in pain
Cause that;s what it is right now
And it's all bacause of you
All because of you
You stupid boy.
We were 13
He was walking me home
It was cold on a dark night
He was holding my hand
I had his jacket draped over me
He stopped and that's when it happened
I got my first kiss
The moment felt like it had lasted for a lifetime
I was so happy after that i squealed
And he laughed at me
Told me i was cute
Told me i was his one and only
Now we are 16 and still going strong
And every time I look in his eyes
I remember that night
When he was holding me tight
The moment was right
And he kissed me
As I sit here thinking
About every cut on my arm
Thinking about all the day
I've spent crying
I didn't see how it could do any harm
A little cut here and there
Maybe bleed once in a while
I dont know why anyone cares
Oh well it doesnt matter cause now i am
Dead.
I hide in a world
A world of my own
Where I am an artist
my canvas is my arm
My brush is my blade
I always "paint"
When I feel the need for pain
Cover them up so noone can see
Behing my green sweater I bleed
The teachers notice
Yet ask no questions
I think they are scared
Of the real answers
They don't want to believe me
Yet my scars don't lie
Of my past I tell them
I have nothing to hide
And still noone understands
I feel like a puppet
In a kids show
Everyone pulling my strings
Trying to get me to talk
They all end up fighting
So I run and hide
Once again I cut
Deeper and Deeper each time
Till I am left dangling
My strings broken
Cause everyone gave up
And noone cared enough.
For Childern Who Were Broken by trialsofmadness, literature
Literature
For Childern Who Were Broken
For Children Who Were Broken
by Elia Wise
For Children Who Were Broken
it is very hard to mend......
Our pain was rarely spoken
and we hid the truth from friends.
Our parents said they loved us,
but they didn't act that way.
They broke our hearts
and stole our worth,
with the things that they would say.
We wanted them to love us.
We didn't know what we did
to make them yell at us
and hit us,
and wish we weren't their kid.
They'd beat us up and scream at us
and blame us for their lives.
Then they'd hold us close inside their arms
and tell us confusing lies
of how they really loved us --
even though we were BAD,
and how it
The broken child sat on the bloodied floor,
this wasn't new she'd done this before.
A quick drag,
she grabs a rag.
Its all done,
noticed by no one.
She sits in the dark,
doesn't bother to even hide the mark.
Young and alone,
locked away in what is supposed to be home.
Tears in her eyes,
she uses anger as her disguise.
She knows they hate her,
but its still yes m'am, no sir.
The bruises are her marks of love,
from below to above.
No food, no drink,
no tub, no sink.
They say that she has been to bad,
so they took everything she ever had.
They took her love and stole her life,
they inflicted the pain, they gave her the knife
Cut me sweetly
Cut me nice
Cut me deeply
Take my life
Cut me early
Cut me late
Cut me now
Don't make me wait
Cut me sleepy
Cut me dead
Cut me
Make the
World go red
Cut me if you
Want to help
Cut me or
I'll cut myself
Wrist cutter, sleep sound tonight
Wrap your wrists in band aids tight
Cover them with bracelets many
Lie to those who ask, if any
Wrist cutter, smile at your addiction
Loving the self infliction
Never regret your healing wounds
And listen to some Gothic tunes
Wrist cutter, act happy on the outside
Even if your screaming on the inside
Just pretend for those who love you most
And be greatful for those who hold you close
Wrist cutter, write a poem long
And cry every time you hear your song
Don't forget to cover scars
And wish so deeply on the stars
Wrist cutter, do not listen to ignorance
Enjoy every moment with your friends
Ne
first time for everything... by roses-are-dead, literature
Literature
first time for everything...
I need an outlet.
the pain inside is killing me.
I need a way to just let it out.
I'm so overwhelmed.
I need the pain to go
from the inside to the outside,
using my skin and blood
to cover my wounded heart.
Would it be alright with you? by x-ribbon, literature
Literature
Would it be alright with you?
Do you think it would be ok
If i got out my blade tonight?
I'd like to make another scar
Just to make it feel alright
Would you mind if i hid it
I'd wear long sleeves, you'd never know
It'd be my secret i promise
My pain will never be on show
Would it really bother you
If i tore my skin apart?
Just once more is all i need
To help heal my broken heart
Do you think you'd get over it
Just forget all my pain
I promise its ok if
You just look the other way
Would it be alright with you
If i made several little slits?
My blade surely misses me
And my skin itches around my wrists
Just one little cut wouldn't hurt
Please just give
tonight im cutting my wrist by animegirlmcrfan, literature
Literature
tonight im cutting my wrist
Tonight I cut my wrist,
It made me feel so good;
Tonight I cut my wrist,
Because I know I never should.
Tonight I cut my wrist,
It hurts but Im in control;
Tonight I cut my wrist,
But I didnt cut my soul.
Tonight I cut my wrist,
On death Ive started to advance;
Tonight I cut my wrist,
Id do it again if given the chance.
Tonight I cut my wrist,
No one believed that I would do it;
Tonight I cut my wrist,
It was my last chance on life and I blew it.
Tonight I cut my wrist,
Blood oozes down my arm;
Tonight I cut my wrist,
But it didnt do any harm.
Tonight I cut my wrist,
My blood mixes with my te