What is Self-Injury
Self-harm is also known as self-injury (SI), self-inflicted violence (SIV), self-injurious behavior (SIB), and self-mutilation, although this last term has connotations that some p...
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Thursday November 26, 2009
Poetry
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WARNING! contents in this journal are of a dark artistic kind in the form of a poem please do not read on if you are easily upset.
what is wrong with me...all ive been able to do today is write dark poetry (faintly disturbing poetry) and draw disturbing pictures...i will put them up and maybe you can tell me what you think....
i want!
i want to feel the sting,
i want to see the scratch,
i want it so b...
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Why is love so hard to bear,
When it hurts so much that you care,
When they hurt you so bad that you wanna die,
and yet somedays you feel as if you could fly,
Right up to the sky safe in their arms,
How easily you succum to their charms,
Why does something so good have to hurt,
Sometimes it feels like they're only after whats under your skirt.
Why does love have to hurt?
When you're happy everythi...1 Recommendation16 Comments -
“Why me?” she asks as she pulls the scissors down her hip yet again
“Why me!?” “WHY ME?!?”
Her heart burns
Her throat aches
Her hip stings
But nothing comes…
The tears start to pour out of her face
Because the blood won’t pour out of her hip
“This must be what going crazy feels like,” she thinks to herself
As she goes to find something sharper
So...1 Recommendation15 Comments -
MY JOURNEY
I was a beautiful flower born unto this earth amongest the posionous plants and weeds.
They taught me some good but mostly about pain, hurt and disappointments.
As I grew my pedals fell off one by one, finding out those you thought were your world
were just as scared and confused as you were.
They forced their sins on you forgetting you were just a little flow...4 Recommendations10 Comments -
HATE IS SOMETHING THAT TEARS ME UP INSIDE NO MATTER HOW I TRY TO DEAL WITH IT.....
FEAR IS SOMETHING THAT HAS BEEN WITH ME SINCE I WAS BORN..........
LOVE I SOMETHING THAT I FEAR AND CAN NOT DO................
CONFUSED IS WHO I AM.........
PAIN IS SOMTHING I HAVE SUFFERED ALL MY LIFE...........
NEGLECT IM USED TO.........
RAPE I NEVER WANT AGAIN...............
CONFIDENCE IS SOMETHING I HAVE AL...3 Recommendations11 Comments -
through the torchered eyes
by andrew zlenka
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LsATT43Kp9w (to put u kinda in hte mood)
Agony is all the torchred prisoner held crying out in pain he trembled and collapsed ont...1 Recommendation10 Comments -
Chapter 1
Waking up in a different room wasn't anything new. I had been drinking way too much once again, now I had to find my way home like normal. My parents would guess that I wouldn’t be home last night.
So as I stumble out of the unknown house, I wondered where the hell I was and what had happen last night. I was still a virgin as far as I could tell. I sort of walk, sort...2 Recommendations9 Comments -
This is s poem im working on, this is draft one. any input would be apreciated :)
She is the nicest girl you will ever meet
But you will never know her name
You would never even talk to her
Because she seemed far too plain
She stood with a heart as bright as the sun
But exclusion and isolation clouded her soul
You could have picked her up and cleared her skies
But you laughed and heckled her, forcing he...1 Recommendation9 Comments -
Mind thy rage by
Andrew zlenka
The tower has held us for many of centuries;suttporting us and protecting us from the major harm of our lives. As the tower protects us, we protect the tower from o...1 Recommendation9 Comments -
Why
I need a hand to hold
To hold me from the ledge
of all this craziness.
Why all the rain?
Why all this pain?
Why all these tears?
If you can walk on water
the put the pieces of
my heart back together.
I need sanity, I need Joy
I need love! Why are
You hiding from me?
I know the darkest part
is right before the dawn
I know you have my back.
This thread I'm holding onto
will soon break. So here
I...4 Recommendations5 Comments
