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Poems I can't read to my mother

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dark dead mymind pain poetry violence wattys2019

When I hit my head against the bathroom sink and the blood is pouring down my face...
I'll look into the mirror like a camera lens and smile.
I'll smile at my ugly face, tears mixing with blood.
I'll smile at my mushy brain, happiness mixing with pain.
I'll smile a little bit brighter when I see that shiny door, glistening triumphantly in my face.
I'll smile until my memory fades,
Until they forget my name,
Until the tears stop,
Until the blood dries,
Until my happiness subsides,
My pain being the only thing that follows me as I pass along the translucent skies.All Rights Reserved

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Greeting Insanity by total-spazzoid

I find comfort in the colors of the world That's where the "doctors" have it wrong Sticking people like me In rooms adorned only with Plain Crisp White Walls White room White bed White toiletries White necessities It's vile It's cruel And it makes them seem a fool Placing me in a cell of plastic A cubical of my own destruction The world fades by Repeating Hazy Just because I'm what they call Crazy I see white White room White bed White toiletries White necessities It's stereotypical It's defective It feels Repetitive They first discover my "condition" A problem to them When I flung a can of paint Screaming My throat bled Ear piercing Agony ricocheting off the Plain Crisp White Walls As I released the inner me Congratulations On greeting my insanity

Mute by xblackened_rosesx

I fall onto the floor. Why do I have to be clumsy? I hear my father wake up. He sits up and sees me. His eyes are drilling into mine. I now know I'm just good as dead... My father stalks towards me and I'm too scared to move. He grabs my hair pulling me up. I whine in pain. He throws me against the wall. I groan rubbing my head, which is now throbbing...

Ten thousand kisses by Inkstained_aesthetic

I hope these bring you the beauty; the same light they brought to my dark corners... The same ten thousand kisses they gave my scars... I do ask one thing; remember as you read, each word is blood stained. -Alexzandra

Self-Destruction by Neko_Noelle

Fake a smile, No one knows you're broken. Fake a smile, it's easier than trying to explain why you're sad. Fake a smile, lie and say you're fine, it's easier then trying to explain why you do what you do. Quotes, Stories, Entries and Poems about what it's like to be depressed, alone, suicidal etc...

Poetry By Me by Sydney3016

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First Real LOVE (Paused) by IshekaMalcolm

laying on the ground helpless unable to move as I felt every single hit in my back tear restlessly ran down my face his only words were "fuck wid mi mentality Kim nd see if mi no mash up u bloodclatt ina yah"

The Truth Embarks a New Beginning by Someone_Invisible15

When you feel like there's no way out, life laughs and toys with your pain. But, when pain is built on top of pain, the doors of mockery close, and you can walk out into the world, with a newfound understanding and acceptance of what shit you have overcome and how much stronger you are, when you're headed on your way to face new challenges. Life fucked me over, so here's the journey of someone who is ready to embark on a new beginning. (Poetry/Spoken Word)

Made of Light by hudini19

**Alone and hopeless... Is that everything there is to me? Do I not deserve the prospect of a change? A change for good.** Those were thoughts that went through my mind when he crushed my body with unnatural strength against the tree. I felt the taste of blood on my tongue. My surroundings started to get blurry. My head was throbbing. I began to feel drowsy. But there was one thought that gave me conscious, spinning through my head like a tedious fly keeping me from rest. **I deserve a change.**

The girl by 8Winter8

My own world revolves around me and I have no means to stop it, alone and scared I search through my own mind to find the answers. My skin itchy and mind completely filled with a fog that never seems to part as I search for my own self. Maybe it is the vision that keep me up at night or the constant reminder that I have no idea who I am or was? Maybe it is the mystery behind closed door or the sounds that filter through my mind that will not let me remember? Blood splattered and and sickly thoughts. Maybe it is just me?

A Walk Through Hell *ABANDONED* by icallitambrosia

I sat in my first period english class, my teacher grading papers or whatever it is that teachers do when you walk in. Soon the first bell rung, and people filed in. The usual suspects, the nerds, the cool kids, the "we hate liz" kids, and so on and so forth. But Imagine my surprise when I see a kid with blonde straighted hair, and an under cut roll in. And I mean that literally, he rolled in, in a pair of healies. I couldn't take my eyes off this peculiar specicimine. A woman from the office handed my teacher a note, who then attended her attention to the odd looking boy standing behind her. "What's your name?" She smiled. "Jaimie." The boy smiled right back.

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Greeting Insanity

I find comfort in the colors of the world That's where the "doctors" have it wrong Sticking people like me In rooms adorned only with Plain Crisp White Walls White room White bed White toiletries White necessities It's vile It's cruel And it makes them seem a fool Placing me in a cell of plastic A cubical of my own destruction The world fades by Repeating Hazy Just because I'm what they call Crazy I see white White room White bed White toiletries White necessities It's stereotypical It's defective It feels Repetitive They first discover my "condition" A problem to them When I flung a can of paint Screaming My throat bled Ear piercing Agony ricocheting off the Plain Crisp White Walls As I released the inner me Congratulations On greeting my insanity