OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

[Trigger warning: self harm, suicide]

I've been digging for seven hours just to know that I only have two left.

You've told me I'm no good and overdramatic. I'm starting to realize that I'm just the sidewalk that your walking all over. "No one is ever going to love you" The only thing loving me is my misery. I look and see a failure to my parents, friends, and myself. I only start to fall deeper into the hole to know that I'm not going to find home at the bottom. Im surrounded by the the things that are killing me. You, the blades I put to my wrist, the rope I rap around my neck, the needles I stick into my thighs, the toxic chemicals I inhale. I can't stop replaying your voice telling me just to give up. Its time to make the voice in my head stop and my heart too.

If I hold you tight will you fight

Will you stay if I tell you to go

Do you here my whispered plea

Can I give u all of me

Take it all and burn for me

Or push and run from me

Can you see what's really there

The pain and nightmares deep inside

Will u fight the demons or embrace there sins

Can I trust you with all that I am

I may drift forever before I can

I wish one day you can see I am me

In the middle of the fog

the wind is whispering

if you feel it you'll know it

this is the home you wanted

Same old empty feeling
Staring at your ceilings
Legs pushed in the air
Knowing you don't care

You won't make weekend plans with me
Painfully obvious I've become plan b
Why do I even want your company
And ask "can we still have dinner?"

Knew how you were but still I fell
Gets you off to put me through hell
Dead sure I'll never end up the winner

Why do I even come here
Devils whispering in my ear
Pulling at my panties
Thought you'd up the ante
Telling me I'm yours
More like the fool de'jour

Stringing me along so i wait around
While you're running all over town
Chasing your latest A list p*ssy down
And you say "maybe I'll drop by later? "

Doesn't close the door to be kind
Takes her calls just to f*ck with my mind
Whispers lovely things that makes me hate her

Tonight I make you say my name
So you can't play that little game
The one where it's not me
The one where she's who you see

Can't seem too greedy
Didnt want to appear needy
But I really need to know
On 2nd thought I'll just go

Can't hold my jealousy and I'd like to fight
He texts me back that I have no right
But are we good for Tuesday night
He asks "Is it cool if he sleeps over?"

How is loneliness worse than this lie
F*ck off should be my only reply
But I key back "ok lover"

Lost inside my own head

A world almost all its own

Dark malicious thoughts

Live deep deep inside

Lost inside my own head

Im stuck no way out

The door has been locked

Lost inside my own head

No one here but me

All by myself

Lost inside my own head

No one dare try to enter

They would never look

At me the same again

Lost inside my own head

If my mind makes me lose myself, who will I be?

Is it truly my mind or something unseen?

Im afraid to think anymore, afraid to move, breathe, sleep.

Afraid that if I'm not in control, someone else will be.

I'm terrified of being used. Shaken at the thought of hurting others.

I grew up wanting to save the world, protect my loved ones and even strangers.

The very thought of hurting anyone, especially them, frightens me.

Everything in this world frightens me.

O, black crow of fear,
leave the socket of my eye!
Leave, while there's still time.
My voice flies high,
where the deaths of unborn children nest,
where dark stars rip the celestial sphere.
I leave my fear to the land
anticipating wheat.
I leave my fear to the mother
fearing for her child.
Silence!
My voice is thundering
for I love. I love like a moth
with half-burnt wings,
like the truth uncovering itself,
like a woman who has no fear.

Possible TriggerWarning for self harm

I may have gone several weeks

without harming my skin

no cuts, no bruises, no burns

not a mark was left on my body

but that doesnt mean i was done hurting myself

I wasnt done harming my head

with cruel words, cruel thoughts, cruel intentions

the marks were all in my mind

(Trigger Warning: self harm, suicide)

I tried to write nothing as best as I could

I felt the world deserved silence after the attacks the Daesh pulled.

I tried to be strong,

tried to hold back and put my strength up as long as I could.

But the truth is,

now I have a left arm,

with scratches and bruises

of a suicidal coward.

Covering it with a shoddy drawing

of a red arrow with swirling blue flames...

But this time I really wanted it to hurt,

Maybe it's the start of my obsession with

ink nibs dotting my skin.

Then poorly masking it with gel pen ink.

After I come to my senses, and the coward kicks in.

A cycle of personal abuse.

Kill yourself kill yourself

i can't I can't

So I come out with bruises and scratches...

Poorly covered with depressed "art"

I guess you could call it

Tattoos for the broke, lonely, sick girl in Asia.

Hiding his face behind a mask

The man goes through life

People accept the person he pretends to be

Yet reject the person that he wants to be

Cracks appear in the mask like thunder on a stormy night

How much longer will it last?

It is not always that the man wears his mask

Though time has told him it was for the best

Exhausted, the man continues his lonely dance

Because what else can he do, but fix his mask time and time again

He stopped for a moment to look in the mirror and catches a glance

Of what he could have been but will never be

His own man