Thank You (Happy Fucking Valentine's Day
Thank you for a reason for the pain to be more serious.
Thank you for the courage to deepen the wounds.
Thank you for the blood stains on the carpet.
Thank you for the numbness I feel in my arms.
Thank you for the tears I cry every night.
Thank you for the screams that escape my lips.
Thank you for the scar I’ll have in memory of you.
Thank you for the knife I keep under my bed.
Thank you for letting me see my favorite color on my skin.
Thank you for the pain I put myself through over you.
Thank you for the hate I have towards myself.
Thank you for my fucked up life and fucked up thoughts.
Thank you for the want and need to die.
Thank you for the idea of hidden wounds.
Now no one will know but me and you…
Thank you for everything Corbin… It’s all because of you.
What? Isn’t this what you wanted? Isn’t this what you need?
By: Anon.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Meaningless Life
Meaningless Life
It’s been so long since I’ve wrote my feelings down.
And since the last time, my world has been tossed around.
My lips have been cursed with a never-fading frown,
And my life and my thoughts have been turned upside down.
I now know that I can never turn around.
It’s too late, I’ve fallen, I just lie here on the ground.
A girl, in her own tears and blood, she will drown.
An empty body, a useless soul to be found.
She was screaming for help but no one heard the sound.
A meaningless life, to her death she is bound.
By: Anon.
It’s been so long since I’ve wrote my feelings down.
And since the last time, my world has been tossed around.
My lips have been cursed with a never-fading frown,
And my life and my thoughts have been turned upside down.
I now know that I can never turn around.
It’s too late, I’ve fallen, I just lie here on the ground.
A girl, in her own tears and blood, she will drown.
An empty body, a useless soul to be found.
She was screaming for help but no one heard the sound.
A meaningless life, to her death she is bound.
By: Anon.
My Favorite Color
My Favorite Color
The burn of the knife on my flesh is such a release.
I laugh as the blood pours from my veins.
Landing in small red puddles on the snow,
As the trees watch me go insane.
This is not what I want, but who cares about me?
This pain is for all the others, though this is not what I need.
I can’t help them, I can’t save them,
There’s nothing left for me to do but bleed.
My wrists are on fire as the knife beats them like a whip,
Striking the same place over and over, again and again.
I scream and I’m afraid that the world has heard me,
But then I realize the scream was only in my head.
If I had a bullet, the pain would come greater.
If I had fire, the burn would be stronger.
If I had a rope, this would end more quickly.
If I had more time, this pain would last longer.
If I weren’t such a procrastinator I’d already be dead.
Though, there would be no one to mourn.
Remove the body and the stains from the carpet.
Pretend the girl was never born…
By: Anon.
The burn of the knife on my flesh is such a release.
I laugh as the blood pours from my veins.
Landing in small red puddles on the snow,
As the trees watch me go insane.
This is not what I want, but who cares about me?
This pain is for all the others, though this is not what I need.
I can’t help them, I can’t save them,
There’s nothing left for me to do but bleed.
My wrists are on fire as the knife beats them like a whip,
Striking the same place over and over, again and again.
I scream and I’m afraid that the world has heard me,
But then I realize the scream was only in my head.
If I had a bullet, the pain would come greater.
If I had fire, the burn would be stronger.
If I had a rope, this would end more quickly.
If I had more time, this pain would last longer.
If I weren’t such a procrastinator I’d already be dead.
Though, there would be no one to mourn.
Remove the body and the stains from the carpet.
Pretend the girl was never born…
By: Anon.
The Things I Hide
The Things I Hide
Pissed at the world, crying in pain,
Slowly dying in the life that I've made.
Laughing at jokes, pretending its okay,
Yet contemplating my death every other day.
No one warned me of these fears.
Closer to death every year.
Like the mascara pouring down my face,
I want to run away, leave this place.
Should I hold on or just let go,
To the things in head that no one knows?
I’ll pack a bag and then just run.
No one will notice until I'm gone.
Everyday I just paint on a smile.
I’ll let them pretend I'm okay for a while.
Though, they know I'm not who I used to be,
They still think I'm the same me,
When the truth couldn’t be farther away.
It’s all because I still act the same.
Laughing and joking about my checkered shoes.
Not knowing, this friend, they’re going to lose.
I lose my grip and finally fall.
No one saw this coming at all.
By: Anon.
Pissed at the world, crying in pain,
Slowly dying in the life that I've made.
Laughing at jokes, pretending its okay,
Yet contemplating my death every other day.
No one warned me of these fears.
Closer to death every year.
Like the mascara pouring down my face,
I want to run away, leave this place.
Should I hold on or just let go,
To the things in head that no one knows?
I’ll pack a bag and then just run.
No one will notice until I'm gone.
Everyday I just paint on a smile.
I’ll let them pretend I'm okay for a while.
Though, they know I'm not who I used to be,
They still think I'm the same me,
When the truth couldn’t be farther away.
It’s all because I still act the same.
Laughing and joking about my checkered shoes.
Not knowing, this friend, they’re going to lose.
I lose my grip and finally fall.
No one saw this coming at all.
By: Anon.
A Box of Matches
A Box of Matches
I abhor you with
One thousand pieces of my mind.
One thousand shards of expired shrapnel
Would embed their talons in the
Deepest alleys of your celebrated dermis.
One thousand wolves with onyx jaws
Would demolish you, un-piecing your
Somatotype as it were a backwards jigsaw.
One thousand flasks of frenzied acids
Would drown you, drink you, dissolve your
Sociopathy and your bad sense of humour.
By: Steph
I abhor you with
One thousand pieces of my mind.
One thousand shards of expired shrapnel
Would embed their talons in the
Deepest alleys of your celebrated dermis.
One thousand wolves with onyx jaws
Would demolish you, un-piecing your
Somatotype as it were a backwards jigsaw.
One thousand flasks of frenzied acids
Would drown you, drink you, dissolve your
Sociopathy and your bad sense of humour.
By: Steph
Untitled
I live in a world of solitude,
Filled with regret and remorse.
In my world a good day is a rarity,
And sadness is the norm.
I fill myself with uncertainty,
Uncertain of the choices I make,
Hopefully looking back on these choices will not be regretfully
if all goes well these decisions should pull me out of my world,
and bring me back to yours.
By: Cora
Filled with regret and remorse.
In my world a good day is a rarity,
And sadness is the norm.
I fill myself with uncertainty,
Uncertain of the choices I make,
Hopefully looking back on these choices will not be regretfully
if all goes well these decisions should pull me out of my world,
and bring me back to yours.
By: Cora
Untitled
The rain hits the freshly cut grass,
My clothes drenched.
Yet still I stand there,
All alone.
The skies are dark tonight.
In my hand clenched tight,
My only way of remembering.
My only reason to go on...
Tears stream down my colored cheeks.
My eyes, they swell.
My life, it slowly disappears.
As the rain hits the freshly cut grass,
My clothes are all drenched.
Yet I still stand there,
All alone.
Is this what life is supposed to be like?
Where have the smiles gone?
Is everyone’s heart caked with this grief?
This pain?
My pain...
It feels as if some one has shoved their fist through my chest,
And in their hand they clench my heart.
Squeezing harder, and harder,
Till it feels as if it will burst.
Tears stream down my colored cheeks.
My eyes, they swell.
My life, it slowly disappears.
As the rain hits the freshly cut grass,
My clothes are all drenched.
Yet I still stand there,
All alone.
Why was I not aloud to see you?
I don't understand what they want me to do.
All I ever wanted is to see you.
They pull me away,
From the only thing I was living for.
As the rain hits the freshly cut grass,
My clothes are all drenched.
Yet I still stand there,
All alone.
I tighten my grip (all alone),
On my only reminder (always alone).
My only memory worth keeping (alone).
Till the end of time I shall carry this with me (always).
Till the day I day I shall long for you (my love...).
Though you are gone I remain (to carry on),
I will live my life day by day (the pain).
Your voice echoes in my head (it grows).
I yearn for you're touch again in bed (the sweet touch).
My reminder, my only one.
Grasped in my hand as your grave is dug.
They lower the coffin,
The hole so deep.
Six feet under they will keep,
Your body, my love,
Will decompose.
But your soul with soar freely,
As mine longs to.
But I stay in this world and carry on.
With this reminder in my hand I cry one last time,
Allowing myself one last moment.
Forever, my love.
You shall be in my heart.
Never to leave.
By: Li
My clothes drenched.
Yet still I stand there,
All alone.
The skies are dark tonight.
In my hand clenched tight,
My only way of remembering.
My only reason to go on...
Tears stream down my colored cheeks.
My eyes, they swell.
My life, it slowly disappears.
As the rain hits the freshly cut grass,
My clothes are all drenched.
Yet I still stand there,
All alone.
Is this what life is supposed to be like?
Where have the smiles gone?
Is everyone’s heart caked with this grief?
This pain?
My pain...
It feels as if some one has shoved their fist through my chest,
And in their hand they clench my heart.
Squeezing harder, and harder,
Till it feels as if it will burst.
Tears stream down my colored cheeks.
My eyes, they swell.
My life, it slowly disappears.
As the rain hits the freshly cut grass,
My clothes are all drenched.
Yet I still stand there,
All alone.
Why was I not aloud to see you?
I don't understand what they want me to do.
All I ever wanted is to see you.
They pull me away,
From the only thing I was living for.
As the rain hits the freshly cut grass,
My clothes are all drenched.
Yet I still stand there,
All alone.
I tighten my grip (all alone),
On my only reminder (always alone).
My only memory worth keeping (alone).
Till the end of time I shall carry this with me (always).
Till the day I day I shall long for you (my love...).
Though you are gone I remain (to carry on),
I will live my life day by day (the pain).
Your voice echoes in my head (it grows).
I yearn for you're touch again in bed (the sweet touch).
My reminder, my only one.
Grasped in my hand as your grave is dug.
They lower the coffin,
The hole so deep.
Six feet under they will keep,
Your body, my love,
Will decompose.
But your soul with soar freely,
As mine longs to.
But I stay in this world and carry on.
With this reminder in my hand I cry one last time,
Allowing myself one last moment.
Forever, my love.
You shall be in my heart.
Never to leave.
By: Li
Monday, November 12, 2007
Lonely In Love
the first one had beauty,
the second had smarts,
the third was awesome,
the forth is strong,
the fifth had everything
A man could want.
The first, shot me down
like a bird in the sky
the second and third
doubled teamed me,
with their late night stories,
and weekend fisaco's
The forth i gave away
to a friend of mine,
she was a good dime
but not mines
the fifth got a "friend",
with her around i got no chance,
try an make a date, to the movies, out to dance,
She say's yes, "friend" says No
Thats how the tragedy ends
Chris Boutte
written at age 14
Catergory: Life Sucks and I Want to Die
the second had smarts,
the third was awesome,
the forth is strong,
the fifth had everything
A man could want.
The first, shot me down
like a bird in the sky
the second and third
doubled teamed me,
with their late night stories,
and weekend fisaco's
The forth i gave away
to a friend of mine,
she was a good dime
but not mines
the fifth got a "friend",
with her around i got no chance,
try an make a date, to the movies, out to dance,
She say's yes, "friend" says No
Thats how the tragedy ends
Chris Boutte
written at age 14
Catergory: Life Sucks and I Want to Die
Monday, August 27, 2007
Anger
I'll gauge out your eyes,
rip off your head
and puke in the hole.
I got the right to. (sic)
I'm nothing to you
and you're less than that to me.
I was OK, but obviously I'm not now.
What did I do?
I ain't gonna know
'cause I really don't care.
And I'm not about to.
by Mike Lipsius
rip off your head
and puke in the hole.
I got the right to. (sic)
I'm nothing to you
and you're less than that to me.
I was OK, but obviously I'm not now.
What did I do?
I ain't gonna know
'cause I really don't care.
And I'm not about to.
by Mike Lipsius
Again-
I mistook you for a friend.
I did it again and again.
I thought you were you all along.
Second-guessing made me wrong.
I don't want to fall for you again.
I won't be a sucker for you again.
I wish you were for real.
This anger I wouldn't feel.
I guess it's part of life.
I'll just have to live with your knife.
You're nothing but a fake!
by Mike Lipsius
I did it again and again.
I thought you were you all along.
Second-guessing made me wrong.
I don't want to fall for you again.
I won't be a sucker for you again.
I wish you were for real.
This anger I wouldn't feel.
I guess it's part of life.
I'll just have to live with your knife.
You're nothing but a fake!
by Mike Lipsius
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