If these walls could talk,
You’d know my body is dead,
My mind has been taken over,
I can’t control it,
Anger is making me blind.
I v’e been left on my own,
Chained to this hate of some kind.
If these walls could talk,
You’d know about my fears,
About all those nights i screamed for help,
About all my fallen tears,
You’d know about the demon’s haunting me at night,
You’d be able to help me keep my fire alight.
Only if these walls could talk.
By Jamie
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It’s the only thing that I’ve been waiting for and huggies ,
Even if he hates them ,i still love them moore , then 1 million bags off candy.
and it feels like have been ,
Trapped by pretty eyes and Messages ,
And the only thing that I’ve been waiting for,
is for you too , Hugg me and Never Lett go,
I hope it’s something worth the waiting
‘Cause it’s the only time that I will ever feel real
Thunder storms could never stop me
‘Cause there’s no one in the world like Jacob Holloway , ♥
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Music is what i use to get by
lets me sleep good at night
soft melody that raps around me when im tired
Closes my eyes and goes into my mind
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I have this friend,
she drives me round the bend,
although she’s amazing,
she likes ravin’,
she faces jealousy,
she doesn’t know how much she means to me,
but now shes gone,
and life goes on,
and I shead a tear,
whenever she’s near,
I can’t take it anymore,
Goodbye my friend,
forever more..
(for courtney)
by Emo Aimee
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The light slowly fading,
i saw that familiar puddle,
so dark and black,
i looked back to my wrists,
saw that smooth cut,
so fine under the blanket of blood.
i see this everyday,
each time looking so new,
i never seem to know why though,
that little trickle of blood,
letting it fall in that puddle,
turning so dark inside.
when i am done i clean the puddle,
the rag covered in red,
i grab my arm bands,
slip them over the fresh slashes,
pull my sleeves down around them,
throw the towel in the was and leave.
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It strolled down the hallways
It whisperd in my ear
Making my skin slither away
It said”Death is a coming”
It makes me do something
Quite fatal
I grab the rope
Tie a knot
Put my head through a loop
Life is all I hope
before I know it
I’m hanging their
I watch my body swinging in
the air
It made me do it
I hate It
Why
I know that I’m dead
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As i sit in silence and surronded by hate.
I could never hope to find you its always to late.
I fill the slick blade on my wrist and theres no other way.
i slice in and my pulse begans to fade.
everything is going away
eyes go black, heart is cold, blood runs black and i go.
dont worry it will be alright
with death in i slite my wirst now say goodnight.
By Blake Smith
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I slither to the bathroom
To breath
To live
To watch
my blood run down
my wrist
I take the blade
and slice open my skin
Just one moment of pain
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I cant breath
i cant live
i cant eat
without taking a blade
to my wrist
wear i watch the blood ooze out
i watch and watch until it stops
wishing to rip my life away
i used to be a crossed country runner
until the day my brother died
so i take the blade
and draw on my skin
painting my pale skin with blood
taking a sigh of relief when im done cutting
its addiction now
if i dont cut i feel like
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Nobody understands they don’t know what i feel i cut myself to relieve the pain on the inside but everybody thinks I do it to try to act all cool but I don’t care what people think or say at school they don’t live my life so they don’t understand the hurt I feel on the inside nobody seems to to understand my life is messed up nothing ever feels right. Nothing is ever good in my life. Everything is wrong nobody seems to understand that it hurts to realize that I don’t have a dad or mom. Everybody tells me to forget the past. To forget the friendships that never did last. I move from town to town trying to find a home but never do succeed. Every step that I take is more pain developing. I wish somebody would say they understand then again they couldn’t all my life revolves around death my life is like a dream a dream slowly becoming a nightmare which i wake from screaming. Nobody seems to understand that foster care is the worst place to be I get moved into a house full of strangers without any of my family. I sit there wondering why and the longer i sit there the harder i cry. I wish my brother was right here by my side as I cry my eyes out all damn night nobody gets that all I want is some one to hold my hand and look me in the eyes and tell they’ll be there right by my side starting right then and as all my wishes just fade away I take a blade and try to cut my life away and still nobody understands me all I want is for one day my life is not full of misery.
By Brea Wilson
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