aloneforever21

Why does my burning, empty soul long to be filled when all that can fill it is not but emptiness itself? Why do the windows of my soul pour out my sadness in the bitter weepings of agony? Why does...

As I kneel beside my sweet love's bed, I embrace her cold hand in mine. Tears, streaming down my face the entirety of my being quivers from sorrow and anguish. I cry out to God, "Please, do not take...

Three weeks today I've been free from my self-mutilating habits

This world is burning with the everlasting flame of Hate. The poison of lies is blinding the closed eyes of humanity. The loss of life is all that remains. Betrayal and lies are what pains the soul...

My mind and memories seem far too intent to bring up the most painful memories today. I've been cleaning house, listening to music, reading a book, walking. . .anything to keep my mind occupied on...

Why do you hate us? Why do you lie? Why do the pains we feel make us bleed and cry? All this hurt and and this turmoil kill us and bury our bodies in this earth's soil. Let us fade and let us rot,...

For no reason have I existed. All the reasons I have for living are the thorns that pierce my heart and poison my soul. My heart is shattered in a million shards that ruminate my body. I lay on the...

two whole weeks cut-session free =D

Apparently piercings are a form of SM....?? So if I want to get more piercings or a tattoo, does that mean I shouldn't?? That would be rather upsetting, because I love getting piercings.

I have not self-mutilated in thirteen days :)

Eleven straight days without cutting. Not really a big deal, but I feel like it is.

Heavy clouds, pouring rain. Wash away this crimson stain. Crying sky, raging flood. Wash away the filth and blood. All the people all the hate. Lets all congregate. Open veins, broken heart. Come on...

With every day that passes, it get increasingly difficult to wake up. To face the day, to survive. To refuse sinking back into that pit when it was so comforting, so blissful.

Let me hear that sweet, sweet song. I'll fetch my lute and play along. Let us play for the dead, to all those whose blood was shed. Let us play a mournful tune, Deaths inconvenient, its inopportune....

There are reasons why I hate people. There are reasons why I avoid them at ALL costs. There are reasons why I "hide away." And every time I emerge from my cellar I get more and more reasons to shut...