I used to think that all of my friends just used me and my parents hated me. I knew that, the parent part. All of my friends would say,” its okay amber, just relax, you’ll get threw it.” But i knew that they all rather me die, not exist, pretty much im just the living… Continue reading Catch Of Death (True Story)
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Just a bunch of thoughts (poetry)
The pain the envelopes my soul just keeps coming and coming Destroying me Raping me and yet loving me Why does pain blood demons and anguish love me so much why what did I do that was so wrong to deserve this My whole life I have been ridiculed laughed at hated made fun of… Continue reading Just a bunch of thoughts (poetry)
All My Fault…
Sitting in the graveyard, Ashley wondered how she could have let this happen. It’s all my fault that you’re here, she thought. I should have listened to you. She remembered how she had let this happen. After two years she could still remember the way he smelled, the way he looked, and even the night… Continue reading All My Fault…
Pills
I can feel it coming Closer Galloping towards me Closer I hear the roars Closer It’s getting louder Closer Save me please Closer This pain is too much Closer Gnawing at my mind Closer The thought that kills me YES How easy just to die.
Death Row
The dull roar of confusionhas fogged my mind, My empty and raw emotions have left me in a bind. Im trying to forget your webs of deception, Constantly reminded your simply my perception. All other noises are whispers in the distance, Your lies wander my thoughts, I’ve given up resistance. I’ve given into the pain… Continue reading Death Row
It’s not what it seems to be.
No matter what you do, nothing comes out perfect. Everything you try, people criticize, it’s just not worth it. Everynight, that beautiful girl, sits in her bedroom. She see’s no purpose in life, all she can do is painfully cry. You thought she was perfect, everyone thought she was worth it. People judge, they think… Continue reading It’s not what it seems to be.
Regretful Youth
Poor little you, Ms. Missunderstood cutting yourself with a razor blade just becuause it hurts so good I didnt think u would do it could have sworn u didnt have it in you but i guess what else is there for u to do
Self Destruct Button
Small people, Big world, Crashing down, But still astounds.
No Longer Rose
The woman looks in the mirror, Falling down her cheek a tear. Rouge red lips Smuge the glass of wine she sips.
Goodbye, today
I cut myself today I tried to escape through the pain and my fingers red with crimson tides open my wrists to see what they hide feeling, like a broken night light feeling, like nothing I do is right And I wonder why I’m still here and I have a deep rooted fear that you,… Continue reading Goodbye, today