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Tornado Of HellWhen it rains it pours,
Our brittle souls can't take anymore.
Death pounding at the door,
As if it was an angry neighbor.
Gradually it busts the door down,
Not making a scene or sound.
Escaping out of your chest,
Doing the best,
To be a tornado made of hell.
Doing well,
At hurting the surroundings.
You're running,
Meaning to show the scars,
But it has gone too far,
As you begin to burn everything in you path.
Other's still can't do the math.
They blame you,
Everything you do,
An excuse,
Can't be made.
The scars....Do you even want them to fade?

Freaks ShowFingers scratching at my wrist,
Wanting a beautiful kiss.
The lips they know too well,
Gradually I feel my mind compelling,
Back to almost a month ago,
When I was still apart of the freak show.
Dancing on the stage,
With a pointy blade,
Focused on a luscious vein.
The oh's and ah's of the crowd causes pain,
I finally notice how different I really am.
I finally notice there is nothing I can,
Do to pick up the glass without getting cut.
I finally noticed that all I am is a nut.
I finally noticed that deep down I'm in the freak show for life,
I can no longer hide and fight,
The true me when it's thriving to come out.
In this moment I do doubt,
T

Dark CreationPromises made but never kept
Things said but never meant
Words are lies
That cause pain

Broken trust
Dying heart
Mind fading
Body withering

You did this
With your promises unkept
And your words not meant
Creating my painful death

God of SuicideGod of Suicide:
You have trapped me in a nightmare,
Which there is no allowance for awake.
But it all turns out to be fair,
Due to all nails and a stake,
I've managed to receive.
Each thud of the hammer and each gash tells a different story.
I will just lay here and prepare my casket.
All of the lies and secrets stored in the closet,
Will come flying out and maybe my followers will find where to fit,
After years of hiding,
And secretly dying.
Death is the beautiful obscure truth,
And life is just the the hideous lie.
These darkened dreams you call sick sooth,
Us and is how we get by.
I will just lay here and prepare my casket.
All of the lie

PillsHere's a pill for my broken heart,
A pill for my body parts,
I can never again call holy.
One for each day where I slowly,
Die again, again, and again.
And then,
A few more for each jail visit,
A handful as an alternative for the razors that used to sit,
On my wrist.
Half a bottle for all of the lies.
A bit more just so I can get by.
The rest for all of the tears and blood shed.
Oops, I'm dead.

I'm Your Worn Out DollYou whisper you love me and will never let go,
But the future happens to show,
Both of us covered in blood drawn by a knife.
Have you tried to count every promise you will break in your life?
Every word that you've said that meant nothing after the smoke cleared,
And you have seemed to veer,
Away from me as I have predicted.
It seems as if you have gotten addicted,
To throwing me in the back round, pulling me out when I am needed.
Every word you've pleaded,
To me will not help the fact I feel like a worn out doll.
I now know better then to fall,
Into the words and phrases you've said to everyone and have memorized...
It's as if t

I Swear I'd be Pretty AgainIf you told the sky
that blue was nice,
but not your favorite color,
I swear it'd glow more vibrantly.
And likewise, if you
could only find the courage to
tell me I am not perfect,
that I am flawed,
and that sometimes,
you can't bear to
be around me,
I swear I'd try harder.
If you could only tell me I changed
and that I'm not who I was,
If you could only tell me
that I am ugly,
I swear I'd be pretty again.

NothingI wanna feel nothing again,
bury myself in the fury of
my half-death, alive but not
feeling, muted and silent.

I wanna have nothing again,
free myself to the unending
scorn of those around me and
be able to not care.

I wanna feel nothing again,
I just don't want to be
confined to all of this
never-ending freedom.

Dead at 16My worries are a reservoir
Her worries are a lake
In that they’re very real indeed
Whereas mine are very fake

Invented to seek attention
Lies, oh despicable lies
One day I’ll drown in metaphors
Please be sure to sympathise

But while you show me this concern
Who'll be looking out for her
Blood curdling screams from my mouth
She is nil by mouth and verse

I have cried wolf so many times
She can’t even cry her own tears
My lies are spun in silk cobwebs
My spinneret shrouding your ears

I spoon fed you daily doses
So it was easier to digest
I planted those seeds of sorrow
Your fertile mind did the rest

Lies, all those despica

Stabbed

I met you in fourth grade
I got to know you well
You had problems at home
Stuck there like a lawn gnome.

Helping first worked out well
Then you got in a bind
You crawled out of your war
Things weren't right in your mind.

You yearned to yell at me
I stood there like a tree
In hard situations
Our friendship: let it be!

Through this we grew apart
I gave you one last chance
You stabbed me in the heart
You stabbed me with your lance.

To Save You- Just For YouI'm slowly breathing...
But you can't see me
Anymore... No more.
It's lonely
How can I be;
How can I live.

I'm drowning
But they can't see it
Since I'm smiling,
No tear stains on my chest.
Though I'm slowly fading
Into nothingness;
A lowly life,
Pure bitterness.

And I'm staying.
No effort to climb back
I'll be waiting here at the bottom
So I can push you up,
And send you off.
No point in seeing you
Here. Alone with me.
Can't you see?

I drowned so I could save you
From the horror that is me.

never thought I'd be like thisI never thought
I'd be like this,
with broekn smiles
and scarred up wrists.

No, I never thought
I'd be like this
back when my world
was filled with joy.

never thought
I would cry so much,
and have to remember
faded out scars.

I never thought
I would feel alone
when I was a little girl.

Back when days were simple
and cooties still existed.
When I'd smile and play,
and had such big dreams.

of reaching for the sky,
of singing on stage,
and becoming president.

but it never crossed my mind
that I'd feel pain,
and cry so much
and that my pleas would go unheard

I thought the world
was a happy place,
for me as a little girl,
and I never though

Life Is An Intravenous DripLife is an intravenous drip
With no transfusion of blood
Instead it slowly relieves me
Of a mind that once was good

Administering paranoia
Directly from the drip chamber
Suffocating me with terror
When there is no imminent danger

Life is an intravenous drip
I am fascinated by my veins
And curious as to which one
Carries the blood to my brain

Which causes the unwanted impulse
For me to question every answer
Tourniquet that varicose vessel
Curiosity is my cancer

Life is an intravenous drip
Of that I am A positive
My blood remains optimistic
So why am I so negative

I see no saline solution
Just diminishing vital signs
As my sanity transfuse

Fairy Tales"Fairy Tales"

At the end of the final chapter
Most stories end happily after
Enchanted evenings; dreams coming true
Believing in magic; it could happen to you

Fairy tales fuel our dormant fires
Romantic films quench our inner desires
Demons become friends; fun times never end
Must be nice to live in a realm of pretend

That's not how things work in the real world
The hero doesn't always win his girl
People pass away; buildings crumble and fall
Cinderella's mice in reality would be mauled

Teacups don't sing; at least none that I know
Carpets can't glide through the wind's blow
Crabs do not dance; that is really absurd
Animals can't talk; at

Pesky VoicesAm I schizophrenic?
Am I just a girl?
There's got to be,
More to me,
Then the voices,
And the world.
But I still scream,
At myself.
It's my fault,
And no one else.
I'm screaming,
And so are they.
Profanities,
Degradation,
Are things they hurl my way.
They say I want to die,
And I can't tell if they lie.
The voices are soft,
Kinder now.
I want to die,
And they'll tell me how.
It's simple.
I take the knife,
And end my life.

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What if I were to break?
What if I were to shake,
This hour glass reversing time,
Back to when I was far from fine.
What would you do?
How would you feel watching me being torn into two,
Unfixable pieces of nothing.
I know I'm not worth much, But I'm at least worth something,
Aren't I?
Or have you give up on me and said goodbye?
Well it is nice to know I have nothing left,
These people I've just met,
Have no idea what each scar means to me.
They can't see,
Through what society thinks and feels.
Their way to deal,
With me is to lock me away as if I was some monster.
They need to tame me,
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I'm a Monster

by ~xXxstitchezxXx, Jan 25, 2013, 10:26:57 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Monsters are inside of me,
Monsters are the size of my jeans.
Monsters will never let me be.
Fighting against me and this thing I am forced to call a body.
Monsters are carbs,
I am the superhero with the power starve.
Monsters are the suspicious people around,
Monsters are the sounds,
Escaping my humongous stomach.
Monsters are horrid objects such as ovens.
Monsters are ugly and fat,
And I am just that.

I'm a Monsterby ~xXxstitchezxXx

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

~Robthereaper96 Feb 14, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Just like me.. I know how it feels.. Note me if need someone to talk with

~xXxstitchezxXx Feb 15, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks same goes for you

~LindaFox Jan 28, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

This is great, I love stuff like this.

~xXxstitchezxXx Jan 28, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks

~KingCockroach Jan 26, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

i can relate with you on this one...

~xXxstitchezxXx Jan 26, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

:/ message me if you ever need someone to talk to

~KingCockroach Jan 26, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

thanks and likewise if you feel the need to as well

~jacoblee0463 Jan 26, 2013

There are three kinds of people and they all have a monster inside. There are those who run from the monster. They live out their pointless lives, never realiseing that they already live in hell (p.s. its called suburbia) until the day they die. Then there are those who welcome and accept the monster. They turn in on themselves and degeneragte until the monster consumes them. They take and destroy to feed their monsters hunger, until either they die or the monster has gorged itself and spits out the husk of that person. Then there are the third set. They keep the monster down. They know its there but they never let it out. They are the ones who can walk up to their monster, look it in the eye and say "I'm not having and of it". They are the only ones who truley live. Now tell me. Which are you?

~xXxstitchezxXx Jan 26, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Second one ._.

~jacoblee0463 Jan 26, 2013

Thats sad man. You seem like a nice person. Besides, your the only one who has sighned up to listen my rambleings

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