Self-harm

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Oh Dear Parent

Oh Dear Parent

Oh Dear Parent,
If you only would have been what you were supposed to be. Then maybe I could have...

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Silence

Drip drip

Drip drip drip,
the droplets hit the floor ,
collecting ,
taking up the space on the...

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Answers

Answers

maybe making myself bleed would take my pain,
maybe leaving this world behind would be the answer,...

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Lion and The Lamb

Not Always Playing Hard To Get

I used to love when life was so simple
Back when I smiled so wide I had dimples
But then you...

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An Outlet

An Outlet

Rain pouring out of my tear ducts.
Drowin’ in my own self,
Overthinking slowly drowning me to...

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A child’s harsh reality

Tears stream down my face,
as the blade fills the space,
the space made for bracelets to sit...

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One last time

*warning this topic touches on self-harm don’t continue reading...

One last time

One last time and I will stop
One more cut and I’ll be done.
Just one more time of feeling...

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Damaging Mischief

Hidden beneath rags, a monster cries for air. Its control lost to the loneliness surrounding it. Cold....

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The Comfort Of Darkness

The call of darkness is one so sweet
It tempts and beckons
A gentle embrace
Calming...

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‘Kerplunk !!’

‘Kerplunk !!’

Topsy turvy he tumbled over .. flat out on his face lying in the grassy clover.. inebriated, he fell ‘...

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Conflict on the Soul

Conflict on the Soul

The look in her eyes was still the same
But there was something wrong when I called her name
...

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Suffer No More

Suffer No More

Build up walls of sins,
Carry me to bed.
Shield from darkness,
Protect me snake....

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SAD C$@#T

So used to road blocks
.
he ditched all efforts
.
at obtaining anything...

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My blood red painting

a picture,
painted in the deepest red,

the canvas is my wrists,

the paint my blood,...

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A wake up call

A wake up call

Pale and limp on the floor of the shower I lay. A site that can only be described as a murderous scene. I...

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Annabelle

Annabelle

I know a girl,
That lives in the dead end of town.
She has thorns in her flower crown,...

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Placebo

Placebo

So many liars,

so many fucking liars.

It ain't nothing but this.
Fuck those fake...