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tICK TiCKI'm one of you,
Cut me,
And I'll bleed.
Slice through my skin,
You'll see.
I cry tears,
Just the same.
You hurt me,
Without even knowing my name.
Stop my heart,
I swear I'll die.
To see the truth,
Look in my eyes.
Don't ever stop to think,
How your words affect me.

*blink**blink*
You've missed it.
All your words were shit.
They just keep coming and coming,
Never stop.
I smashed the windows,
And broke the clocks.

So tick,
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,

Tick.

B

O

O
M

The MonsterI can't trust;
I can't love you.
The monster,
It's overpowering.
I'm not strong enough;
It has invaded me.
Every organ,
Every cell,
Every molecule,
Has been destroyed,
And taken over by something that isn't human.

It has to be something else;
It has to.
I wouldn't cut myself.
I wouldn't hate myself,
Or starve myself,
Or lose myself in a sea of hatred,
Of bloodlust,
And sorrow.
Would I?

Coming Apart at the SeamsAgain my arms have paid the price,
For the pathetic thing,
I call my life.
Cuts up and down,
Decorating my arm,
Keeping me safe,
From emotional harm.
Guarding my soul,
All through the night.
Showing that there is darkness,
Even in light.
So no matter how much I try,
To just go past,
The scars on my arms will always last.
They'll line up,
With the ones in my heart,
Until the day,
I finally fall apart.

Dear ClaireDear Claire,
I'm sick of the happiness,
And the smiles.

I'm sick of your laughter;
It's been going on for a while.

Where are the tears?
I miss the despair.

I like you depressed,
Because that's when you're Claire.

I think you should change,
Because I said so.

You're not happy,
You and I both know.

So start crying,
And slit your wrists.

Yes, yes,
That pain you've missed.

We're only here for you;
Don't you feel good now?

Yes, you do.
We can tell you how.

Just listen.
Listen, Claire.

C'mon, you can do it.
Give in to the despair.

We do it for you.
Love,
The Voices.

Tragic ValentineWhen I look in your eyes,
I see the rest of my life.
I love you,
I do.
And I know you love me too.
A ring on my finger,
And another on yours.
We know each other.
We have no doors.
Even though we're separated,
By six feet of dirt.
The words you whisper,
Still heal my hurt.
The way you exist,
Inside my head,
A figment of the imagination,
Can never be dead.
I am yours,
And you are mine.
I will always love you,
My tragic Valentine.

It's My LifeLeave me alone.
I get inspiration from my depression.
I find bravery,
In my regression.
The cuts on my wrist,
Are a pattern of inspriration.
But others say,
They're an aberration.
Don't try to fix me.
This is who I am.
This is my life.
To change it,
I'll be damned.
I refuse to be changed.
So good luck trying.
On the surface, I look happy,
But inside I am dying.
Give it a rest,
And let it be.
You should give up.
You can't fix me.

1Go on,
Go.
I won't be your freak show.
It's not "funny,"
It's not "cool."
I'm just a girl,
Who didn't know you were so cruel.
I made a mistake,
I'm sorry to say.
I paid for my mistake,
Very dearly today.
You took who I was,
And you tore up my heart.
I'm broken and bent,
I'm falling apart.
The roof of my home,
Has just caved in.
It looks like you did it.
I guess you win

ScreamingScreaming on the inside,
Smiling on the out.
I don't need this torture;
I don't need this doubt.

I'm sick of denial;
I'm sick of these lies.
Once, just once,
My smile should reach my eyes.

My scars are fading;
My courage is gone.
Everyone's jaded,
It's time I move on.

To a world with no sadness,
Lies,
Or fear.
A world of wonder,
Lingers near.

A slip of the knife,
Like a slip of the tongue.
I've ended my life.
I'm finally done.

JanusBehind the copper doorway
Beyond the golden room
There awaits your future
There awaits your doom
Janus, the god of choices,
Asks will you go left or right?
You could discover nirvana,
Or you could die tonight.
Are you ready to take that risk?
Take that bow,
Brave that cliff?
Will you survive?
No one knows.
But no matter what,
Whither thou goest,
I go.
Trust me with your heart,
Trust me with your all.
I won't let you down,
I won't let your faith fall.
So, Janus,
I'll tell you now,
The choice is mine to be brave.
Leave my golden room,
For my choice,
I have made.

My SongThe music swirls all around,
till all I hear is the joyous sound,
twirling, spinning, moving me,
and the endless notes are all I see.

The beat becomes my hearts own.
I feel as though the light has shown,
and all the sadness fades away,
and I finally see a happier day.

My lips part, and I sing along
To such a redeeming, beautiful song.
These moments come and go too fast.
I enjoy them greatly as they last.

I laugh in glee.
I feel so free.
What magic is this,
this utter bliss?

Stay with me, my pretty song,
with you the days don't seem so long.
With you I am so filled with hope,
I know with you, somehow I'll cope.

Together we'll stay.
You'll

I Will Trust In YouForgive me, Father,
For I have sinned.
Where I am is horrible.
What a dreadful mess I'm in.
I'm a sinful, wretched thing.
I'm on the floor,
With nothing.
I've forgotten what you made me, Lord;
Please help me find her again.
I really, truly need her, Lord;
She was my only friend.
Oh Heavenly Father,
I'm down here on my knees.
I'm begging,
And crying.
Lord, I'm praying,
Please.
Take my sin away from me.
I want to live,
For you only.
I've let you in my heart,
So one day we WILL meet.
I promise to you, Lord,
I'll only ask you to guide my footsteps,
If I move my feet.

My smileMy smile was once so easy,
a thing of joy and pride,
but over these years of darkness,
the ease has slowly died.

I find it's no longer truth,
but simply a lying mask.
It hides away the misery,
the hauntings of my past.

I refuse to look at pictures.
I see what others ignore.
The uneasiness of my smile.
How it has turned into a chore.

Will I ever truly smile,
with joy, pride, and truth,
or will I never know a smile?
Will it die with the rest of my youth?

Please, i wish to laugh,
to smile without a care,
but I'm not good enough for this,
and I guess that is fair.

Can'tCan't whiteout my mistakes,
Can't erase them from the page.

Can't shake my past,
Try though I may.

Can t run from you,
Wish I could.

Can't make myself happy,
Know I should.

Can't smile,
Have to frown.

I can't stay up,
I have to bring myself down.

I do,
But I don't.

Is it can't,
Or is it won't?

The Shams of What RemainsMorals are so hard to cling to,
When everyone's doing drugs.
Crimes are committed everywhere,
And everyone's a thug.

Being a virgin isn't a virtue,
You hide it away with shame.
Yet while all of drink and smoke,
Proudly I proclaim,
Alcohol, I know not the taste.
Smoking, I do scorn.
I shall not look,
While away you waste,
Looking so forlorn.

I am my own person,
And my morals I hold dear.
I quietly sit at home,
While my friends win "Stupidest Decision of the Year."

Though I'm not perfect,
And I'll never claim to be.
My peace of mind is worth it,
So I'll be true,
To me.

We Are Friends"Freak!"
"Freak!"
They'll call you;
They'll call your name,
And you'll get blue.
But please don't cry,
I'll pull you through.
You know why?

Cuz that's what friends do.

Cut and cut,
Slit your wrists.
But please think of what you'll miss.

You'll never see me find a guy;
You won't be around to help me not die.
Suicide isn't selfish,
It's not selfish at all.
Suicide is simply,
A wake up call.
But whenever you feel down,
Call me up,
I won't let you frown.
I will never,
Let go of you.
You know why?

Cuz that's what best friends do.

I'll make you laugh,
Til you cry.
I'll be so funny,
You won't want to die.
You're my hero;
Please don't

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The TruthQuestions,
Unanswered.
Greed for knowledge,
Like cancer.
Destroys everything,
Til there is nothing.
Answers,
Falling in place.
Fills your head.
Occupies empty space.
All the wrong questions,
None of the right suggestions.
Your mind won't lie still,
And neither will you.
You must keep going,
And discover the truth.

King's Cross StationWhere am I?
Who am I?
What am I?
Is this the end?
I sure hope so.
I tried really hard,
Just so you know.
Don't waste my efforts,
Just let me be dead.
I don't want to go back,
To a world filled with dread.
I want to stay,
Away from the world.
It's different here,
I can be a free girl.
I've been told I could stay,
And I'm filled with elation.
I'll stay here forever,
In King's Cross Station.

Hath You No Shame?Love.
It's "sacred," "pure,"
I don't want love!
I want the cure!
Love is pain,
And sadness.
Being in love,
Is an unbearable madness.
Love is a waste.
It's poison in my mouth,
The bitterest taste.
Love is nothing.
It is pain,
And sorrow.
It's fighting and hating,
Anticipating tomorrow.
For those of you,
Who claim love is "wild and free,"
I promise it's not.
Just look at me.

106.8The weight on the scale,
Says that I failed.
I know that I'm fat,
That settles that.
I want to be pretty,
Skinny and thin.
I want a flat tummy,
Is that such a sin?
I hate my belly,
It jiggles like jelly.
My thunder thighs,
Are a curse to my eyes.
My invisible collar bone,
Makes my heart sink like a stone.
I hate my weight,
106.8

Lo, How She Lie, Still and BrokenI'm trying so hard to get better,
So hard to be strong.
I'm trying so hard to keep smiling,
So hard to go on.
But I'm getting tired,
This happiness drains me.
The walls are closing in,
It's getting hard to breath.
My conciousness,
Goes in and out.
The room goes black and white.
I can't take much more of this,
I think I've lost my sight.

Moral of the story:

You can't do it all,
Because no matter what you say or do,
Even the mighty fall.

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Butterfly Screams

by =clarissabelle, Feb 20, 2013, 8:36:03 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

It's fun,
Isn't it?
Hurting me?
Killing me?
Watching me bleed?

Mocking me?
Striking me?
Ignoring my needs?

Destroying who I am,
And all I'll ever be.

But you wouldn't stop,
That I can see.

The butterflies in my stomach,
Scream as the hurtful words
Pin them to corkboard.
I'll cut myself,
And bleed.
I'm gonna lay down,
And hear the butterflies scream.

"Don't even worry."
"I'm perfectly fine."
Words are sandpaper,
And a couple of lies.

So while I'm here,
Down on the floor;
Do your worst,
Your worst and more.

So I'll lay down,
And bleed.
Even when I'm gone,
The butterflies will still scream.

Butterfly Screamsby =clarissabelle

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Critique by `MagicalJoey Feb 26, 2013, 9:31:02 AM

To me, butterflies in ones stomach speaks of nerves. You come across very powerful and aggressive in the first few stanzas, so to suddenly switch to 'nerves' is a contrast that my brain can't handle so well.
I like the cork board image (two words by the way, cork board is)
When you introduce the butterflies you introduce a defeated character - 'lie down and hear them scream' 'I'll cut myself', whereas in the beginning it was all 'you cut me, you mock me'. There is just something that bothers me with this switch. What if you had the butterflies in your brain (some nice alliteration to add there too)? Thoughts flitting around because of the mocking etc? You can have something like 'my thoughts, like butterflies in my brain, scream...'

I don't know, just a couple of thoughts.

What do you think?

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~TGOM Mar 16, 2013

I was always wondering while reading different poetry: how can a person living on the other side of the world describe my feelings so perfectly? It is incredible.

=clarissabelle Mar 16, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you, and I think a lot of people feel like this at least once in their life.

~TGOM Mar 16, 2013

It's okay to feel this way once, but it's getting really annoying to feel it over and over again. Will it ever stop? Nobody knows the answer and that scares the most.

=clarissabelle Mar 16, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

It's a good question, and the answer is different for everyone.

~Darkone10 Mar 16, 2013

Yes. It's unbelievably fun. There is such joy in seeing the pain of others. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAaaaaaa!

(tis a joke. tis a joke. tis a joke.)

=clarissabelle Mar 16, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Lol

~tommyboywood Feb 26, 2013 Professional Writer

sad. you might like my take, it has a happy ending on "butterfly rising"

~izzy3301 Feb 22, 2013

I love this!

=clarissabelle Feb 22, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you, and thank you for the watch

~izzy3301 Feb 23, 2013

No problem!

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