“i stand in my bathroom the sharpest razor in my right hand, and in my left, a red rose grasped tightly in my palm. the thorns pricking my hands. starign at my reflection in the mirror in disgust. so imperfect. i hate what i see. thoughts of every lost love and broken heart running threw… Continue reading the perfect suicide
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Nothing IS Perfect
All She Talked about was how horrible her life was… She had talked about Suicide and had been In the Ward Once for three months in a padded room with a straight Jacket on. No one knew what She had been planing for weeks now. Only I did… I swore Not to tell a Soul.… Continue reading Nothing IS Perfect
Nothing Ever Happened
I was sitting in the bathtub taking a long bubble bath. I kept staring into the flames of the candels that surrounded and lit up the bathtub. I always felt desturbed, but in the bathtub i felt it then more then ever. It was something about the darkness. It comforted me. As I stared into… Continue reading Nothing Ever Happened
Sweet Insanity
All these friendships have been wasted In the tears that she has tasted And nothing ever seems quite right When she is all alone at night
Oblivion
i wrote this the other night when i couldnt sleep and i was reluctant about posting it, but someone – you know who u are – convinced me to. I have this recurring dream that worries me slightly. in it, im sitting on te edge of a bathtub with a razor blade in my hand.… Continue reading Oblivion