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There Is No Light: Only Darkness RemainsLet the darkness consume me,
Take away my pain,
Drain me of my sorrows,
Make me feel less shame.
Slithers of silver will surely rip my pain away,
Draining me of my sorrows,
Making me feel less ashamed.
I'll tempt the darkness to arise,
All from behind:
Blue, innocent eyes.
At A GlanceOn the outside, no one sees,
All of my inner demons,
Battling inside of me.
On the outside, no one sees,
All the games
And all the lies,
Everything I try so hard to hide.
On the inside, I see
Myself, losing control of me.
Gradually losing every piece.
While nothing I say matters in the least.
Soon, everyone will see,
These inner demons,
Finally being set free.
The FallThe hurt in my eyes is all that has to be said,
Sometimes I know, I'm better off dead.
Pain is the only thing I can feel,
Knowing it's the only thing that is real.
Behind all the games and lies,
An emptiness haunts my weary eyes.
A person who I used to be,
Worse, even though it wasn't truly me.
Sorrow consuming my every thought.
Slowly, losing everything I've got.
Darkness closes in, all around,
Still, I don't make a single sound.
Bloodshot TearsHearts bound by chains of fear,
lost in the darkness by so many tears.
Trapped in an illusion of light,
To be discovered in an endless night.
Tears fall in a rain of sorrow,
Broken souls that see no tomorrow.
Relief in the form of a crimson river.
A vicious circle, with no end.
Shards Of SomeoneA broken mirror.
A bleeding fist.
A sliver blade against her wrist.
Tears falling down to lips un-kissed.
Ignore her and she won't exist.
She's not the kind you'll come to miss.
The lines she wears spirally her wrist,
Are there to prove she exists.
With pain and suffering,
Relief and regret,
It's a wonder she hasn't killed herself yet.
I Flew AwayI'll take my last breath,
And leave you here.
All my shame will slowly disappear.
I'll leave you with my body:
Cold, lifeless and drained.
I've given up on everything,
It all hurts the same.
I'm sorry for leaving you.
Especially like this.
My life was an endless spiral of pain,
Every turn, and every twist.
I'm so sorry I had to go,
Even though happiness was sometimes real,
I realized my wounds were never going to heal.
Don't feel bad:
It wasn't your fault.
I loved you, with all of my heart,
I was too screwed up
Too weird to live.
So I ended it all.
I took my last breath.
Delicate LifeShe hurts, and she cries,
You can't see the anxiety
Hidden behind her dark eyes.
She just smiles,
To cover up her lies:
She wears a mask,
A hidden disguise,
All she can do is sit and cry,
Rocking back and forth,
Remembering lie, after lie.
As she holds the silver to her wrist,
Soon, will she still exist?
Nightmares Revealed.Please, take me away,
To a place where pain does not exist,
To a place where nightmares are not real:
To a place where I cannot feel.
This place can be anywhere.
Anywhere you want to take me,
I'm trusting you to keep me safe.
I'm trusting you not to break me.
After everything that's happened,
I believe this place does not exist,
For pain, is everywhere.
That's the hidden plot twist.
Nightmares are real.
The real nightmare isn't hidden within the dark,
It's hidden within you.
The thing you're all afraid of,
Lurks within your head:
Preparing for its moment
To drown your body in dread.
To finally take over the person that is you.
And no one can stop it,
Or tell it what to do.
Corrupt CornerThere's a cold, dark corner
In the back of my room.
It speaks to me
And says "I'm coming for you".
Maybe one day,
My dreams will come true:
I won't have to be here,
So down and blue.
The corner keeps talking
About how I'm going to die.
All I can do,
Is lay here, and cry.
As the corner gets closer,
It takes me in.
My soul, begins to burn,
Along with my skin.
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
YouIf you’re a girl, you’re a girl.
If you’re a boy, you’re a boy.
If you’re white, you’re white.
If you’re black, you’re black.
If you’re gay, you’re gay.
If you’re bi, you’re bi.
If you’re straight, you’re straight.
If you’re religious, you’re religious.
If you’re an atheist, you’re an atheist.
If you’re mentally disabled, you’re still human.
If you’re physically disabled, you’re still human.
For everything you are:
So who are they to judge you for who you are?
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
daydreams and monsters.she was a girl.
she ran with the moon,
chased fireflies in the bluegrass, and
watched the reflection of sunsets in rain puddles.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
but to the dragonflies she was a queen,
and to the mirror she was a sister.
the moon was her prince, and the
blinking windows were the eyes
that kept her safe.
she spent her nights making wishes, and she
dragged her fingers along the shooting stars
that were tangled with her vertebrae.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
her body was a river
her mind was an ocean
and her heart was the sky.
she lived in a world where
doves flew in the sea and
whales swam in the
ConsumedI mark my arm
And leave the blood to pour.
My mind is slowly sickened
By the vivid gore.
On the outside no one sees,
This demon, this thing,
Slowly taking over me.
I am the only one
Who knows it's there.
Lurking beneath the surface.
Getting harder to bare.
One day, everyone will see
This seemingly hidden demon
Dwelling within me.
There this thing will be,
Possessing the shell of me,
Standing before them
Using my eyes to see.
Everyone will stare.
Many will glare.
But little will they know,
Is now me.
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