poems and shit, done by self injurers.
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a scaned page from a journal
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-chains-
bleeding in my hands
bitter and sour
lies the holy life
long past the hour
awakening, ascending
naked on the floor
in a cracked mirror
i face the truth
the fact, that i am
nothing
^cemetary^
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-sorrow-
because i need you more
then you need me
because i want you more
i know.
because we moved to fucking fast
i think i really had to
wish to make this last,
i know.
i'm sorry
please forgive me
believe me if you would
because i cared way more
because i really felt that
you felt so much more
i'm sorry
please forgive me
believe me if you would
^^boxcarracer^^
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-helping-
sometimes when you see pain
you want to run and help
to make it all better
to say its ok
theres no need to worry
and you go find help
you tell someone
but the one thing you don't see
is that in helping
you made things worse for me
^^babygirljo^^
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none will know her quite like me
none else watch her drip of jealousy
she covets a life of normal living
dreaming of loving, dreamingof giving
wants to be normal, have love and to feel.
she'll accept even pain, cause at least pain can heal.
each night she works hard to hide her guilt
but then regrets the scars she's built
i watch her detrioiorate, i watch her cry,
then it's all i can do, i wipe her eye.
i try to protect her, let her feel my touch.
but still i am one, can only do so much.
i pray she'll wake up, forget all her pain.
i pray a new life, tomorroww she'll gain
the next night she comes back feeling no hope
she silently begs, someone help her to cope
not capable of living but too scared to die
if her life's only failing, what is it to try.
she keeps it inside, its all she can do
anticipating the day that all this is through.
none see's what she feels, no one but me
i cover, i protect, but im just a blankie.
^^contributed by kt27^^
well done sister.
I love to blade the top of my forehead
and just feel blood trikling down my face
like a crimson mask.
fucked up?
addmittedly...
but, its the only thing that makes me feel good anymore.
^^unknown^^
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