alysabeth14

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Dear Free Period by alysabeth14, literature

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Dear Free Period

Dear Free Period, Lunch has just ended and even though i was in a lunchroom full of people, i still felt completely and totally alone. I felt utterly empty inside; except for the anxiety attacks that kept rolling through me, except for the feeling of the blade slicing through my skin, flesh, muscle, and yes, even my veins. Except for the feeling of wanting to die. Except for the feeling of the darkness crawling up my neck. Except for the feeling of wanting, no PRAYING i could find someway, some will inside of me to let it take me under. All of lunch and even still, now as you are about to end, all i could think about was cutting. All

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Dear Poetry, by DearPoetry, literature

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Dear Poetry,

I am trying to cover my sadness with words. Tape them against my scars & wear them like worthy paper cuts. My tears are alcohol swabs, burning & cleansing wounds of my own making. Sometimes, I wish I could hide behind them forever. But not even this journeyed flesh can stand castle strong against speechless ink stains. I know the code. This body does not deserve a warriors death. & poetry, you're a monster— a creative monster, but evil nonetheless. I wish to string you into knots, force feed you down the throats of others. De-format you & leave you empty; freeversed- to hang loosely along the heartstrings of strangers

Hey Dad by WordOfChen, literature

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Hey Dad

Hey Dad: What use is there in the words you say I'm just the one that you hate today. Your job is bad and you're utterly blue But did you know that I used to love you too? Everytime we're home it's all the same It's like you don't even know my name. Who am I to you; daughter or son? Or do you just treat me like everyone. I used to think that we had a life But now your words are just like a knife. Since when did praise and pride turn bad Why can't we have what we once had? I'm tired of silence and living this way I'd like to wake up happy someday... I dream at night of those better times When your eyes for me, they used to to s

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duelme2

Aug 6, 2012

Thanks for the fave

marcgosselin

Mar 21, 2012

Thanks for adding Cutting to your collection.
I would like to invite you to visit my music site [link] when you have the time.
There's also a poll concerning my music, located on my DA profile page below my ID, if you would like to participate. Your feedback is appreciated.