[x]

Are you blind?Are you blind to my misery,
Or do you choose not to look?
I want to share my story,
But you close me like a book.

I'm screaming as I cry,
But you refuse to hear.
Look away as I die,
Ignore each little tear.

Am I not loud enough?
Is that why you ignore my scream?
My life is tough,
Help me escape this bad dream.

I scream a bit higher.
Please, I need your help!
My circumstances are dire.
I'm losing myself.

But you do not help me,
And I've decided to give up.
Maybe then you'll see.
Ha! That's just my luck.

TruthHow do you see me?
The way I give myself off?
The way I wish I could be?

The person is different,
They aren't me.
Maybe this, is what you see:

A girl obsessed with killing and gore,
Integrating herself with psychos,
A girl who's looking for blood, more and more;

A girl who enjoys creepy people out,
Smiling and threatening slow painful deaths,
Being loud, just to scream and shout;

A girl who wants horror and chills,
Watching gorey R-rated movies,
Just to give herself thrills;

A girl who takes violent music literally,
And uses them for future inspiration....
But that's not me. I'm sorry.

Let's revise that, the person you know,
To the litt

You MatterTake off that noose,
Step down from your chair,
Darling, when you are down,
I will always be there.
Put down that blade,
Even if life is not fair,
Darling, you matter,
I will always care.

I'm Still LaughingIt really is quite funny.

How one second I'm in tears,
over how I don't know whether to live or die.
Then I'm making cruel cruel jokes about when I'm going to commit suicide.

I am true bitch.
An total shit.

I had a nap.
And woke up in the shittest mood.

Stressed out.
Made me spill shit.
Then depressed and angry and pissed at myself.
Then fucking alone. Because I depend on my friends and have to talk 24/7 with them.

I have wanted to die for the past, what 4 months.
Full on poof, ding, pop, boom, gone.

But it's only resently I reaslised I'm too much of a parnoid piece of crap to kill myself.
No I'd have to go out and do everything under

SelfishI’m sorry I’m so selfish.

I didn’t mean to come across as rude or inconsiderate,

Nor thoughtless or uncaring.

I honestly had no idea that someone else could be hurt.

I didn’t think anyone would mind or care the slightest.

But now everyone is angry with me, and everyone is yelling.

I didn’t think I was being selfish,

Not as I empty the bottles of pills into my mouth.

Not when I slid a blade across my skin,

Not when I didn’t leave a note or letter explaining why.

Not when I awoken to fuzzy faces in a hospital room.

But I should be, because “I didn’t ask for help.”

Because I &ldqu

Hey, can you hear me?"Hey!"
"Hello....."

Staring straight ahead, right at a blank wall.

"Are you listening?"
"I said hi!"

Looking at the emptyness, yet seeing nothing at all.

"This is Earth to you!"
"Zoned out again?"

Last night, you almost lost you.

"Can you hear me?"
"I'm screaming in your ear!"

You've thought and sat there thinking, and you still don't know what to do.

"Are you going to respond?"
"Hello?"

You fell so far, into your own mind.

"Hello?"
"Answer me!"

But there were ones who would not leave you behind.

"Please!"
"Hello!"

Confused, numb and empty, you turn the thoughts over in your head.

"I know you can hear me!"
"Please! Say something

Cold HeartedI'm tearing them down,
Piece by piece.
Let the walls fall,
Let the pain increase.

I stare my pain in the face,
Let it rip me a part.
Show what I've always feared,
In the depths of my cold heart.

I review my lack of care,
All the people that I've hurt.
When did I become so cold?
When did loved ones turn to dirt?

What happened to me?
Once so loving and kind.
When did it get so bad?
Did I suddenly lose my mind?

I want to trust again,
To love and to care,
But is the risk to high?
Is the cost of pain fair?

I realize that it's not.
I'm safe within my walls.
So much better to be cold,
Then to get hurt in the fall.

My smileMy smile was once so easy,
a thing of joy and pride,
but over these years of darkness,
the ease has slowly died.

I find it's no longer truth,
but simply a lying mask.
It hides away the misery,
the hauntings of my past.

I refuse to look at pictures.
I see what others ignore.
The uneasiness of my smile.
How it has turned into a chore.

Will I ever truly smile,
with joy, pride, and truth,
or will I never know a smile?
Will it die with the rest of my youth?

Please, i wish to laugh,
to smile without a care,
but I'm not good enough for this,
and I guess that is fair.

Train to NowhereI'm on a train,
going nowhere,
Can't see through the rain,
I try not to care.

It's moving too fast,
but how do i slow?
Am I running from my past,
or just eager to go?

I know I should stop,
try to get a grip,
but this train is on lock,
and my sanity begins to slip.

Would it be so bad to ride,
to let this train go on?
We all know that I lied,
that I'm too far gone.

I can never be me,
no matter how I try.
Can't you see?
This has all been a lie.

So I'll sit and relax,
let the train run.
Maybe the train will crash.
Wouldn't that be fun?

GoldenCatch you when you fall
Pick you up and stand you tall
Stroke your face down to your chin
Turn that frown into a grin
Wipe away those cruel tears
Fight back against your fears

Hold you to me and claim that right
Turn you away from the dark and into the light
An embrace to sniffle into, a shoulder to cry on
Here's the pair of shoes you never got to try on
Step into them and stay out of the seamy side of life
Away from the trouble, free of the strife

Just turn to me and cry
Turn away from depression and defy
When it all seems too much and you seem too little
When all your dreams become too brittle
I'm here, whether you want me or not
Never go

My MonstersI can't breathe.
It's too tight.
I hear so many things,
can't trust my sight.

The monsters surround.
No, they're not really here.
They reach out to grab me.
They smell my fear.

Have I finally lost my mind?
Am I totally insane?
Is this all in my head?
Is it just a sick game?

Or are they really there?
Do they smile as I scream?
Do they laugh at my tears?
Please, let this be a dream.

But it's not a dream.
I can't get out.
A hand surrounds my neck,
no air to shout.

Tears stream freely.
They start to close in.
I pray to god to help me,
to forgive all my sin.

The world starts to fade.
I can no longer see.
I smile in bliss.
I'm finally free.

CagedI am the bird,
trapped in your cage.
I cower inside,
terrified by your rage.

Please let me out.
I need to take flight.
The wind in my feathers,
smiling in the light,

but you won't let me out.
You laugh at my cry,
if you will not free me,
please let me die.

I cannot go on this way,
drowning in fear,
day after day,
year after year,

but you don't have the mercy,
don't have the grace.
You laugh as I scream,
a smile on your face.

Fine, be that way,
cruel and cold,
but I'm sick of playing,
your games gotten old.

I scratch at your hand.
Free! I fly straight ahead.
A window unopen,
thump! Your bird is dead.

You cry out,
but you can't hurt me.

You Pushed MeIt's bad enough then,
When they say,

"Stupid."
"Idiot!"
"You'll never be anything!"
"You're worthless!"
"Fucking gay!"
"You cut yourself for fun!"
"White trash..."
"You're disgusting, get away from me!"
"You've been nothing but a dissapointment."
"Look at what you've done!"
"You're so ugly!"
"Wannabe!"
"Such a failure."
"Ugh, freak!"
"No one likes you, get away!"
"If you want to kill yourself so badly, then just do it!"

Just because we're not normal, doesn't mean we're not people.
Just because we're not like them we're exempt.
Just because we're not perfect,
That's what pushed us to a suicide attempt.
It seems to me, tha

Browse More Like This

Download File
TXT, 1.3 KB more ▶

Featured in Groups:

#Sufferers-Army
Group Therapy

#Insanity-Hospital
An Insane Asylum Of Evil!

#BleedingArtists
show us your scars

#Stop-the-Suffering
You're not alone. We care

#DecendentsofBlood
Gory Art/ vs /Colourful Insanity

#writingmadefun
Poetry is what We Do Here

Details

Submitted: February 16
File Size: 1.3 KB

Link

Thumb

Statistics

Comments: 10
Favourites: 31 [who?]
Views: 297 (0 today)
Downloads: 6 (0 today)

[x]

'Happy'

by !Freezingsteelmurder, Feb 16, 2013, 6:08:56 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

You can look over at me,
And see me smiling.
I laugh,
But I'm really dying.

Being a source of entertainment.
I've tried to escape this before,
All I am is a puppet,
And I don't want that anymore.

I'm here to see you smile,
And to make you happy.
That's the only reason I'm still here now,
I thought you had saved me.

I was wrong; I don't matter, not to you
You don't get it's just a show.
That all this smiling is an act,
At least, You'll never know.

I'm keeping this from you,
For your own safety.
I'll keep hiding,
What's going on inside me.

Because you seem to think it's my job,
To make you happy.
You'd all fall apart,
Without something to laugh st, like me.
I'm tired of doing this,
I want to give in.
But I can't do that too you,
Not again.
It is my job,
To make you smile.
But its tiring,
And I think I'll only keep this up for a little while.
You can reminisce,
Of the time we made each other laugh, those times we've been through.
Those times are over. The act is done.
See you.

'Happy'by !Freezingsteelmurder

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

i try to make the people around me happy. thats all i want. but what am i supposed to do when the act falls apart?
were not serious people, ill tell you that. so i cant come out and say something. but i dont want to retreat, because i rely on them to stay here, and i dont like seeing them down.

happiness. the act i hate
but have to play
in order to make others happy.