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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

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

My Choice.It does not matter,
That things will change to get better.
If I am not ready what is the point?
If my body happens to not be ruined then what is the point?
Yes I have lost the sparks in my eyes, but not my mind.
You act as if life is a race, rushing to find,
Myself and the part I lost.
I've fought,
To prove in life we live to form ourselves,
And this will not take a day...
Or even a month like you say.
Your battle is pointless.
This is my bod that I posses,
I being the host,
Should have the vote that counts the most.
My soul unaware of light,
Is amused by this fight,
It makes my life a bit more amusing.
I may seem like a confusing,
Fuck up to

Zero.10.

I take a deep breath.
Is this really what I want?

9.

Of course it is.
Why am I even questioning it?

8.

"Because you're a coward,"
That cruel voice whispers,
"And you're looking for a way out."

7.

"No," my voice replies.
My voice is stronger.
I will be heard.

6.

I shift my grip on the knife,
And sink deeper into my sheets.

5.

My heart rate jumps;
My breathing accelerates.

4.

The world shifts in and out of focus,
As my senses are heightened,
By the adrenaline racing through my veins,
Knowing my end is near.

3.

I think back.
Is my will in order?
Have I written all the letters?

2.

My eyes flick open,
And I plunge the bl

Follow MeI am death,
Glare into my eyes,
And prepare to die.
You have been living a lie,
Now you will have something to die for.
I'll get into your core,
The deepest part of you.
You will let me and I shall do,
So without any regrets.
I will haunt you every second, even in your sleep.
I will make sure you get no fucking peace.
It is the least,
I could do for you darling.
I'll get into your core,
The deepest part of you.
You will let me and I shall do,
So without any regrets.
My hidden beauty hypnotizes you,
And everyone else too.
So many tricks up my sleeve,
You wouldn't even believe,
Specially since you're too blind to see.
I'll get into your core,

I'm a MonsterMonsters 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.

NeverW're always talking about the furture and the things we're going to do,
About doing crazy things and all the trouble we'll get into.

Of all the wierd things that'll happen to us,
Of all the memories that will never get left in the dust.

But it almost hurst to think that those times will never come
Almost, but all this has left me numb.

All the things I'll never have done,
And I'll never wake to see the sun.

All the loving people I'll never meet,
I'll never taste that love so sweet.

All the things I'll never have seen,
And I'll never get the chance to be me.

It was more than I could take,
But is this really an escape?

To me, it's not th

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?

RazorSweet little friend,
You are the only one that
Truly understands me.

The only one that
Holds my hand
When I am
Breaking.

The one that listens
When I am upset.
The only one that
Hears me crying.
The one that counsels
Me how to cope with life.

And you're hungry
For more blood.

You are jumping and
Screaming
Ready to be fed.

You love the softness of
My skin, and you promise to
Be gentle when you break
Through the vein.
But you're not strong enough.
You aren't sharp and bold
Like the others.

You're such a frail creature
And now it's your turn
To be disposed.

In the trash,
Where you always belonged.

ImagesI had a dream that I was dead.

Most of the faces I did not recognize.
There was a room; and a voice.
I felt like I shouldn't have been there.
There were so many people, and I was scared.
There was a familiar face in the endless crowd;
Someone from long ago.

They were smiling.
And then the room was gone.

I was stood in a park, in the rain.
It was so sad, but beautiful too.
The ground was covered in dead leaves,
and I could hear trees rustling in bitter wind.
There was thunder, but I wasn't scared.

I wanted to stay there forever, in the rain.

I had a dream that I was alive.

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

That Girl In The MirrorHappiness will remain forever out of reach
When love from your life you omit
To the girl in the mirror; you are beautiful
Yet somehow you never quite fit

Not the girl they thought you’d turn out to be
When you were a neonate child
Born with a raging heart and a raging mind
But with a manner ever so mild

Your scars aren’t always visible to them
And not only hidden under attire
Lacerations to the mind are just as abhorrent
When memories and dreams conspire

So girl break the mirror if you have to
And reflect on your life as a whole
Do you really want to spend the rest of your days
Behind a façade of self control?

Please be strong

Wonder.Do you fear your own death?
Is it hard to conceive?
Draw in your last breath, then-
Your last breath will leave.

Isn't it strange to think,
That there's a timer above your head?
A countdown you can't see,
That finishes when you're dead.

Don't you ever wonder,
What it'll be like when you're gone?
I bet the world will keep on spinning.
There will be another dawn.

But the harsh reality behind it-
We're all going to die.
There's no reason to try to fight it
Not even to question why.

It makes me wish that I could have a little more to give,
Because I'm not afraid of how I'll die...

I'm afraid of how I'll
Live...

Crossed The Line"Crossed The Line"

She told him "no" many instances before
At first he listened, but not this time
Her words were sounds that he ignored
Because finally, he crossed the line

At first it seemed like every date
He was sweet and kind, holding doors
But even still at any rate
She found herself screaming on the bedroom floor

Because he heard, but didn't listen
Only hearing what he wanted to hear
And by pure hormones he was driven
While her pleas fell on deaf's ears

At first it started out innocent
Holding hands, kissing, locking lips
But soon it was no longer ambivalent
Once his hands swayed around her hips

He tried crawling them

The Little Girl Of DeathSo many voices scream and shout,
Even in my dreams, and I start to doubt,
My reason for being here.
Every single fear,
That I developed is coming true,
And I cannot handle the truth.
I start to break down,
But I don't make a sound,
Except I'm screaming in the inside.
And this little girl locked away full of rage has no one to confide,
In. She's pounding against my chest,
But it's best,
To hide her from society.
She slowly and quietly,
Calms down......
Not suppose to make a sound.
Days later she shoots bullets through my heart,
Causing my breathing to increase and new scars.
I want to murder this little girl.
For over a deca

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by ~xXxstitchezxXx, Jan 29, 2013, 1:38:03 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Here'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.

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~Kjey2626 Mar 29, 2013 New member Hobbyist Writer

This fucking awesome... (Excuse the swearing, I do that a lot)... But seriously, great job!

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~xXxstitchezxXx Mar 29, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you

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~Kjey2626 Mar 29, 2013 New member Hobbyist Writer

*this is...*

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~lilshiniko Jan 29, 2013

Not to be nitpicky, but did you mean "Oops, I'm dead." by chance? (Just a minor misspell, though it could be intentional.)

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~xXxstitchezxXx Jan 30, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Yes Thanks

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~nfunkhauser Jan 29, 2013 Professional Photographer

catchy. I lurbs it.

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~xXxstitchezxXx Jan 30, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

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~CreativeCutie3 Jan 29, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

so strong.... it means something different to each person who reads it.... amazing job!

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