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maybe once
this would've been
poetic
but i'm crying &
there's nothing
pretty
or wonderful
here
i think
my face is scrunched
like a red rag
in the sink
slumped beneath a leaky
faucet &
my hands are shaking
maybe i could make
it
sound nice--
high
buzzed
lustful
but what i have
you won't like
memories
and do you want them too?
stealing & paying
pressing bottles and
pictures to my sternum
the heat
the cold
maybe it's the silence
that hurts
the stumbling
the tumult of words down
the sink and
across the floor
the empty heads
&
i was pretty then
bird-legs and stilted poems
so nice
numbering stars and
crushing books between
my teeth
but no not today
i'm a husk
a balloon
waiting for everything
to destroy me
to prick a hole
start an earthquake
this would've been
poetic
but i'm crying &
there's nothing
pretty
or wonderful
here
i think
my face is scrunched
like a red rag
in the sink
slumped beneath a leaky
faucet &
my hands are shaking
maybe i could make
it
sound nice--
high
buzzed
lustful
but what i have
you won't like
memories
and do you want them too?
stealing & paying
pressing bottles and
pictures to my sternum
the heat
the cold
maybe it's the silence
that hurts
the stumbling
the tumult of words down
the sink and
across the floor
the empty heads
&
i was pretty then
bird-legs and stilted poems
so nice
numbering stars and
crushing books between
my teeth
but no not today
i'm a husk
a balloon
waiting for everything
to destroy me
to prick a hole
start an earthquake
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But how can I be sure
When my soul feels so empty
No sound so pure
As the reverberation of life
Beating in my core
So should i believe them
I'm sure they've lied before,
They said you only die once
But I first died when I was four
When daddy snuck into my room
And treated me like a whore,
And they said crying helps
That it sets the pain free
And though i cried every night
The tears never helped me,
They even said wounds heal with age
And though I got older,
Every single day
My wounds only grew deeper,
But I still continued to believe them
Even as they lied to me again
Telling me I'd find someone
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I'm dying
The pain seeps through
Clutching at my heart
Ripping it to shreds,
You merely watch
Pretending you're not the cuase
Seeing me die slowly
Every time you leave me,
But you return
As you always do
Slowly sucking the poison out
That you yourself placed
And i begin to forget,
Just for a moment,
And fall back into love with you again.
And with every kiss
Every time we fuck
Every second i spend loving you,
I feel the poison
Seeping back into my heart
And with everytime you leave me
i begin to die again
While you pretend not to see.
You're the poison and the antitode
My killer and saviour
The reason i want to live
While i slit my wrists,
Y
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I don't want to say "I love you",
Because my words will make it real
Make my love for you actual
Palpable and ,worst of all, breakable.
My love would manifest itself
Like a sheet of glass between us
That you could shatter with
The slightest touch.
I don't want to say "I love you",
Because those words don't show
The truth to you
They don't show how important
You truly are to me
That I want to wake up every day
And fall asleep every night
With you by my side .
I don't want to say "I love you",
Because you might return
the same words to me.
And we would love together
Our hearts growing as one
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Hi... I saw this literature entry when submitting to a group, and I couldn't help but want to click on it, thinking I want to give this person some comfort. I know what it's like to feel all alone, and feel like such a worthless creature. I am cheerful most of the time... although 2 and 1/2 years ago, I was suicidal for 5 years since thirteen years old. All individuals who barely breathe through this know that it is such a horrific fact that a creature can go through this. If you are a teen and you are feeling suicidal, amazingly enough some people seem not to take you seriously. Emotions are real, emotions are inside of your creature, they are the realist thing... a consciousness is real- 'er' than matter. I am so sorry that you are going through this... in a lot of people there is an emotional blockage, and they just overlook single individuals like people who want to actually kill themselves. This coldness can be inflicted onto young ones, like an infection. I opened up to an adult who is a parent and a school teacher. I opened up to him about the fact that I had been in actual suicidal depression for 5 years. He actually nonchalantly looked me in the eyes, and said, like a mature adult; "Well, you survived, and you have to get over that now." I was so shocked that existence can go even a bane BELOW, seemingly a bane BELOW... if feeling suicidal was the lowest thing... a bane BELOW suicidal feelings, and that is putting into that exact sentence, those exact words, that statement --- 'Well, you survived, and you have to get over that now." I felt like such a worthless human being. It was the way he put those words together. I still can't even believe he said that, but then I remind myself that we live in a world of rapists, and child molesters, and that those are human minds that exist that we can't even begin to fathom to understand either. Thinking about that fact settles me a little bit.
You just don't say that, to any human being... ever. Because that thing is so alien, and outside the plane of existence... I just usually almost don't feel any emotions about it whatsoever, aside from maybe the fact that I am not shocked with myself that I would be totally fine with it if he had one of his eyeballs gouged out as punishment for what he said to a child, that could permanently damage that child as a human being.
The great thing is that I can survive even what he said to tell other children of this earthly plane... whether you're a 17 year old child, or an 88 year old child... the horror of the fact that that statement can exist, and could even be uttered as such an individual who thinks it cares, such as a schoolteacher. It really is equally, if not more horrible, than being suicidal itself. I am still emotionally healing myself to this day. If you're feeling suicidal, you're still human. I don't know WHAT that non-human THING was inside of him.
I really, very hope that this has helped you, dear sibling creature on this earth, and that you can get OUT of being suicidal, and not be 'getting over' it.
I really hope you can go through the shit puddles with figurative maggots and flies in it, as you drag your belly across the rotting sludge of feeling like this, and that after you come out of this horrible sludge you are in, that the right people can be made siblings to you on this earth, and heal you, and hug you, and clean you of the poop diarrhea shit maggot cum sludge on you. It exists for you in the future, and that means it is already there, for time is an illusion and we are only creatures that are trapped to experience it linearly.
I am so sorry that you had to go through this. Don't listen to bullshit-fuckers who tell you to be getting over it. They make me want to throw up (and, for the record, I did throw up at the fact that that statement can be uttered by an otherwise seemingly caring adult. I was sent home from school after that. Whenever I think of the fact that that statement can be uttered, disbelief and nausea well up inside me again).
I hope this message helped you. Have an emotional, rightfully-human night.
You just don't say that, to any human being... ever. Because that thing is so alien, and outside the plane of existence... I just usually almost don't feel any emotions about it whatsoever, aside from maybe the fact that I am not shocked with myself that I would be totally fine with it if he had one of his eyeballs gouged out as punishment for what he said to a child, that could permanently damage that child as a human being.
The great thing is that I can survive even what he said to tell other children of this earthly plane... whether you're a 17 year old child, or an 88 year old child... the horror of the fact that that statement can exist, and could even be uttered as such an individual who thinks it cares, such as a schoolteacher. It really is equally, if not more horrible, than being suicidal itself. I am still emotionally healing myself to this day. If you're feeling suicidal, you're still human. I don't know WHAT that non-human THING was inside of him.
I really, very hope that this has helped you, dear sibling creature on this earth, and that you can get OUT of being suicidal, and not be 'getting over' it.
I really hope you can go through the shit puddles with figurative maggots and flies in it, as you drag your belly across the rotting sludge of feeling like this, and that after you come out of this horrible sludge you are in, that the right people can be made siblings to you on this earth, and heal you, and hug you, and clean you of the poop diarrhea shit maggot cum sludge on you. It exists for you in the future, and that means it is already there, for time is an illusion and we are only creatures that are trapped to experience it linearly.
I am so sorry that you had to go through this. Don't listen to bullshit-fuckers who tell you to be getting over it. They make me want to throw up (and, for the record, I did throw up at the fact that that statement can be uttered by an otherwise seemingly caring adult. I was sent home from school after that. Whenever I think of the fact that that statement can be uttered, disbelief and nausea well up inside me again).
I hope this message helped you. Have an emotional, rightfully-human night.