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Kill Me When Theres Nothing Left

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I'm lowly
I can't think of the last time I ate
It pulls me in
Hunger
But I know I can't compete
With my depression...

It begs me to sleep
To take a knife to my wrists
Slay myself down on the one very thought

That would save me

Take my heart and rip it out of my chest
Squeeze my dreams until I'm leaking red
Rip my veins and tear me to shreds

Never know how life is going to pan out
Until your dead


I can't sleep
This is too cold to bear
Wondering where my mom is out there
I have to release all my pain and fear
Or I could end up in a pit of despair

Drowning, digging up from the ground
The water is black, thick as far
Nothing can pull me out
Not this year


But I came around
I'm doing fine
Not taking any shit from the bullies or the lying
Please do not fear
I'll take it from here
My life is pulling on
Gotta grab on to the reins
And build myself a castle 
Where I can finally live in peace


Sometimes
Things never change
They're taken away
Pulled from my grasp
Gasping and screamingAll Rights Reserved

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Teenage Sparks. by europeanbreaths

This is for all of you who feel like the world hates you. Who takes a blade to their skin. Who looks them self in the mirror and criticizes themselves. Who is hurt on the outside. Who is broken on the inside. Who feel the need to stay strong and cry by themselves in the dark emptiness. Who feel like they have no one when they are surrounded by millions. Who are hit. Who are tortured. Who are hurt. Who weep. Who need a hug from someone once in a while to unload the hurt. The pain they carry within them coiled in the disaster and wretched awakening of their tears is more than we can measure. No one but them knows the feeling and the burden they carry. I hope you read this, and feel like this has helped you. Even if one in a million love you, sometimes that one persons love can cover the other nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine people's hate. Just know that there are people who will love you. Who will hug you. Who will let you cry on their white shirt and ruin it with your mascara or stain it with your tears. ➖➖➖➖➖➖ Gwen Holland has lead the life of abuse. Of depression. Of hurt. Bearing with her the wight of the sky. Bruises lining her stomach. Broken bones every month. Bags under her eyes from lost sleep. Patches of blue and black bruises laced like silk on her body. She has kept it all a secret with full sleeve shirts, jeans and tights. But all this is at stake when her heart finds the person to whom she can fully unload her burden on. Who can help her. But to Gwen, Allen Walker is the last person who would even understand. ➖➖➖➖➖➖ *DISCLAIMER* This story contains graphic violence, self harm and suicidal chapters. There are detailed abuse and lines that may seem inappropriate to some people. So if you feel discomfort then feel free to read something else. ➖➖➖➖➖➖

Cuts. by Hazzashiz

i drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the key, so this butterfly lived a short life, killed with fear, and a very sharp knife. -b.g [lower case intended.]

4. Memories and Feelings That Still Haunt Me by Sweet_Cinnamon17

I've cried too hard for too long as I debated death. Over and over, all I wanted was a quick overdose, a quick way to escape the pain. Until the guilt set it and made me realise, suicide feels too selfish. Instead I turned my sadness into art and my pain into strength. Desperately wanting to carve up my skin, I bled on a page. My screams are silent, hidden behind closed doors, And computer screens. All these horrible emotions kept secret in notebooks. I'm too afraid to speak about it, so I write it down That's how my poetry is made. ~The birth of poetry -Me ____ First place in 2021 Irenic Awards poetry catergory Highest rankings: #16 original work #2 relapsing

KNOW ME by selinethoughts

I know you cry with silent tears, I know you lock yourself up so as not to make anyone feel bad, I know that you hide your demons under a smile, And you go through life terrified by what your mind treads And it tears your heart. But don't drown in you, Take out your tears Without Fear. The people who really love you It won't sink in your stormy sea And it won't let you sink, either And maybe I can't save you, But swim with you, And it's always goof to have someone to swim with. So please... Stay

My Dark Poetry by Raven1018

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the suicide mind by Dileyne18xo

"and you left me with bad habits like cracking my knuckles and wearing your sweater because the smell of you still lingers. you left me chewing at the skin of my skin on my lips because maybe just maybe if it's gone the taste of you will be too, but the problem is i can't tear off my skin. so i'm left with the shivers down my spine when my body remembers your hands running up my back as you kissed me and it paralyzes me because i miss it. i miss you. i miss smiling between kisses because damn you just made me happy and I thought I made you just as happy because you would smile and whisper "what" but i would just shake my head and pull you close and it was real. it was. all of it. so why did you leave me? why?"

Submerged (Book 2 Of Breathe) by ScatteredBrains

You tell me it gets better, it gets better in time You say I'll pull myself together, pull it together, you'll be fine Tell me, what the hell do you know? What do you know? Tell me how the hell could you know? How could you know? Till it happens to you, you don't know how it feels, how it feels Till it happens to you, you won't know, it won't be real No, it won't be real, won't know how it feels You tell me hold your head up, hold your head up and be strong 'Cause when you fall you gotta get up, you gotta get up and move on Tell me how the hell could you talk, how could you talk? 'Cause until you walk where I walk, this is no joke Till it happens to you, you don't know how it feels, how it feels Till it happens to you, you won't know, it won't be real (how could you know?) No it won't be real (how could you know?) Won't know how I feel Till your world burns and crashes Till you're at the end, the end of your rope Till you're standing in my shoes I don't wanna hear a thing from you, from you, from you 'Cause you don't know Till it happens to you, you don't know how I feel, how I feel How I feel Till it happens to you, you won't know, it won't be real (how could you know?) No, it won't be real (how could you know?) Won't know how it feels Till it happens to you Happens to you Happens to you Happens to you Happens to you Happens to you (how could you know?) Till it happens to you You won't know how I feel

The Words I couldn't Say by -silentmochi

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Cold Water by adaline_meadows

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Teenage Sparks.

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