highschool is lame i hate it if i fail i run the name cant take much more shit its all a game one im bad at it involves fame and i have none of that the preps say its easy i dont think it is at all i thinks its just cheesy but thats on… Continue reading No More Fright
Cut from wrist to elbow This time it’s not for show This time I wont parade my scars They wont put me behind bars This time will not be the same This time I wont play that game This times different This time I don’t want attention This time I wont come back This time… Continue reading This time
You see the blood running down Its such a beautiful sight Such a beautiful release It calms your mind Soothes your fears Now you taste it, thick and warm As it spreads over your tongue It’s not a game In which death is your goal When placing the blade against the skin you must realize… Continue reading My Medicine
I cry and cut and stare in the mirror Wondering how much longer I have to be here My reflections laughing, as the tears roll down my face I pick up my knife, determined to leave this place All this pain and strife, that time has not erased. I slit my wrists, and watch them… Continue reading Tortured Soul – Poetry
when darkness falls, im all alone, a departed soul, friends unknown, gun to head, blade to wrist, decisions to make, to take the risk, to end my life, escape my pain, to see my self with all but shame, to end this game, my febal life, to make the choice, And use this knife…..
Im fuckin insane to the core so just lie there on the floor While I’m killing you This is my game, you lose I…own…your body You no longer control Your body You belong to me So fuck you
you could look into my eyes your words so easily said you dressed it up, made it some sorta wonderful something worth time, really waiting for yet you jumped so quickly at the chance someone so willing, you turned into you own lil game with compelling words, memorable feelings it was supposed to be special… Continue reading one nite…stumbling?
Its all over Im finally free You left me for good For 3 long years you poisoned my mind stabbed my soul Now you left No longer will i fear your angry fists your taunting lips Im free my blood doesnt flow for you He saved me borught me into the light the darkness still… Continue reading Fresh Blood
Poetry Slowly I turn away, and I sit still untill the day. That I slowly will fad away into the silent night. The blood spills to the floor, in bright-red fountians everywhere. I warmly accept the pain for death has come for me. The knife falls to the floor with its blood soaked silver. Now… Continue reading Death Comes For Me and You
The holder of her dreams The reason for her screams The answer of her death The reason for her breath The betrayer of her life The reason for her strife The pain that made her hide The reason they all died The stealer of her humanity The reason for her insanity The player of her… Continue reading Vampires Child