I’m crying
You don’t see
My voice wavers
You don’t care
How could you be so cold
Not noticing me
Not even knowing my name
Do you even care
Back off
You can’t be so close
Yet so unobtainable
Are you trying to torture me
I say yes to someone else
Hoping you’ll get jealous
Yet you don’t see
So I call it off
Don’t you see
I need someone to love me
Don’t you see
I need you
Eyes follow her as she walks down the hallway
Alone
Hands cover people’s mouths
They’re laughing at her
Her so called friends mutter
You aren’t good enough to be in the musical
You’re too ugly to try
Isn’t someone supposed to see her pain
She walks into class
Tears in her eyes
The teacher keeps teaching
Is she all alone
Someone befriends her just to push her down
She is still
All
Alone
She holds her head high
And dreams of everything she can be
While every comment she hears
Is like being stabbed in the gut
She pretends not to hear
When she’s really just trying not to fall
If only she could make it to her next class
Before her barrier recedes
She dreams of all she can be
If she can make it that long
She dreams of a happier life
For them just to turn into nightmares
Her dreams don’t exist
The person she wishes she was doesn’t exist
Her soul is dying
Is she only an empty shell?
She’s an artist
But she doesn’t use paper nor a paintbrush
Words her inspiration
Her frail skin her canvas
On her rough calloused skin
Is her portfolio
She hides it away underneath many layers
For her art is one with a jaded connotation
She’s an artist
Weapons replace the paintbrushes from her childhood
Her art is hidden and unappreciated
But nonetheless, she’s an artist
Shivers run up and down their spines
The quiet air hacked to pieces
Loud sobs fill the cold and sober room
They hold each other tight
Tear stained faces and heart wrenching sobs
Break the heart of the church pastor
How do they conduct a service for a fifteen year old
Who took her own life
Do they address or ignore the cause of death
A suicide service
Is an impossible consolation
For the family of someone who hated life so much she decided to end it
How could they be consoled knowing
Their daughter won’t ever grow up
And she did that on purpose
Just a baby girl
Hardened by the world
And to know nothing they did could keep her here
I know a little girl
Who wants to give up
She can’t handle this life anymore
She talks about seeing me “on the other side”
Is she okay?
She is not okay
She cries in her sleep
Waking up with her head on a wet pillow
And red puffy eyes
I’m worried about this girl
She’s my dear friend
And I want to save her
How can I save a little girl
Who put herself on her own deathbed
How can I save this beautiful little girl
She refuses to eat
She can barely get out of bedSweet little girl wants to die
How can I lose you
And be forced never to think of you again
How is it we each go our own separate ways
And disappear for each other's minds
How is it I can lose a sister
I can lose a best friend
And still be expected to move on with my life
How is that a fair expectation
Just because we’re fighting different sides
Of the same war
Doesn’t mean we can’t still be friends
But I guess it does
I’ll see you on the other side
But in the meantime
My heart will breakEvery time I think of you
She cries in the dark
In the dead of the night
Next room over is fighting again
Her sobs silent
She tries to comfort her mother
Her brother too
She’s strong for them
But cries when she’s alone
In her head she’s dying
Self harm and suicide take over
She’s had to be strong for too long
She can’t anymore
This is the second set of pieces she’s had to pick up
First her parent’s divorce
Now a messy breakup
She can’t do it
She’s weak and sensitive
She’s strong when needed
She needs a breakIs that break when she slits her wrists for the final time
After all the lights go out
And the neighborhood quiets to a dim silence
The demons come out of their hiding places
To roam my mind
They talk to me
Calling me a fat whore
Who doesn’t deserve to eat
Or live
The demons are familiar with the white noise
It’s their home
And their preferred method of torture
Their words tricked into becoming my own
Their slimy cold words
Slipping into my open ears
Tricking my brain
Making me cry
I scream for help
But they suffocate my pleas
My demons left me all aloneIn the dimly lit corners of my mind
What If You Knew by HurtingToBeAWriter, literature
Literature
What If You Knew
What if you knew your baby sister was sitting in her room
Blade to wrist
Praying to God to end it all
What if you knew your older brother thought he was all alone
Sitting in the coffee shop down the street
Writing his note
What if you knew your mom used to self harm
She has scars she hides from you and your siblings
Says her past is behind her now
What if you knew your dad tried to jump once
His life saved by that man you call your uncle but aren't related to
But never knew he was the paramedic who rescued him
What if you knew you were someone’s reason to stay
The boy you sit next to in band with the faraway look in his eyes that yo
I’m crying
You don’t see
My voice wavers
You don’t care
How could you be so cold
Not noticing me
Not even knowing my name
Do you even care
Back off
You can’t be so close
Yet so unobtainable
Are you trying to torture me
I say yes to someone else
Hoping you’ll get jealous
Yet you don’t see
So I call it off
Don’t you see
I need someone to love me
Don’t you see
I need you
Eyes follow her as she walks down the hallway
Alone
Hands cover people’s mouths
They’re laughing at her
Her so called friends mutter
You aren’t good enough to be in the musical
You’re too ugly to try
Isn’t someone supposed to see her pain
She walks into class
Tears in her eyes
The teacher keeps teaching
Is she all alone
Someone befriends her just to push her down
She is still
All
Alone
She holds her head high
And dreams of everything she can be
While every comment she hears
Is like being stabbed in the gut
She pretends not to hear
When she’s really just trying not to fall
If only she could make it to her next class
Before her barrier recedes
She dreams of all she can be
If she can make it that long
She dreams of a happier life
For them just to turn into nightmares
Her dreams don’t exist
The person she wishes she was doesn’t exist
Her soul is dying
Is she only an empty shell?
She’s an artist
But she doesn’t use paper nor a paintbrush
Words her inspiration
Her frail skin her canvas
On her rough calloused skin
Is her portfolio
She hides it away underneath many layers
For her art is one with a jaded connotation
She’s an artist
Weapons replace the paintbrushes from her childhood
Her art is hidden and unappreciated
But nonetheless, she’s an artist
Shivers run up and down their spines
The quiet air hacked to pieces
Loud sobs fill the cold and sober room
They hold each other tight
Tear stained faces and heart wrenching sobs
Break the heart of the church pastor
How do they conduct a service for a fifteen year old
Who took her own life
Do they address or ignore the cause of death
A suicide service
Is an impossible consolation
For the family of someone who hated life so much she decided to end it
How could they be consoled knowing
Their daughter won’t ever grow up
And she did that on purpose
Just a baby girl
Hardened by the world
And to know nothing they did could keep her here
I know a little girl
Who wants to give up
She can’t handle this life anymore
She talks about seeing me “on the other side”
Is she okay?
She is not okay
She cries in her sleep
Waking up with her head on a wet pillow
And red puffy eyes
I’m worried about this girl
She’s my dear friend
And I want to save her
How can I save a little girl
Who put herself on her own deathbed
How can I save this beautiful little girl
She refuses to eat
She can barely get out of bedSweet little girl wants to die
How can I lose you
And be forced never to think of you again
How is it we each go our own separate ways
And disappear for each other's minds
How is it I can lose a sister
I can lose a best friend
And still be expected to move on with my life
How is that a fair expectation
Just because we’re fighting different sides
Of the same war
Doesn’t mean we can’t still be friends
But I guess it does
I’ll see you on the other side
But in the meantime
My heart will breakEvery time I think of you
She cries in the dark
In the dead of the night
Next room over is fighting again
Her sobs silent
She tries to comfort her mother
Her brother too
She’s strong for them
But cries when she’s alone
In her head she’s dying
Self harm and suicide take over
She’s had to be strong for too long
She can’t anymore
This is the second set of pieces she’s had to pick up
First her parent’s divorce
Now a messy breakup
She can’t do it
She’s weak and sensitive
She’s strong when needed
She needs a breakIs that break when she slits her wrists for the final time
After all the lights go out
And the neighborhood quiets to a dim silence
The demons come out of their hiding places
To roam my mind
They talk to me
Calling me a fat whore
Who doesn’t deserve to eat
Or live
The demons are familiar with the white noise
It’s their home
And their preferred method of torture
Their words tricked into becoming my own
Their slimy cold words
Slipping into my open ears
Tricking my brain
Making me cry
I scream for help
But they suffocate my pleas
My demons left me all aloneIn the dimly lit corners of my mind
What If You Knew by HurtingToBeAWriter, literature
Literature
What If You Knew
What if you knew your baby sister was sitting in her room
Blade to wrist
Praying to God to end it all
What if you knew your older brother thought he was all alone
Sitting in the coffee shop down the street
Writing his note
What if you knew your mom used to self harm
She has scars she hides from you and your siblings
Says her past is behind her now
What if you knew your dad tried to jump once
His life saved by that man you call your uncle but aren't related to
But never knew he was the paramedic who rescued him
What if you knew you were someone’s reason to stay
The boy you sit next to in band with the faraway look in his eyes that yo
I see your scattered pieces lying on the floor
I rearrange them into a mosaic
and your scars are beautiful
I wonder how fragile our minds and souls are
I try to look past the simply prosaic
and your scars are beautiful
For him,
broken bones would set
in hours,
burns would heal
in mere minutes,
cuts would close
in just seconds.
But the lashes she gave him,
the scars she left,
carved out years ago
into his heart,
are still,
to this day,
tender to the touch,
something time
can never truly restore.
Did anyone notice that she winced if you raised your arm?
Did anyone notice that her eyes were wide with alarm?
Did anyone notice that she never looked you in the eye?
Did anyone notice that her voice was but a sigh?
Did anyone notice that her skin was always bruised?
Did anyone question whether she might be abused?
Did anyone question why she walked in obvious fear?
Did anyone question why one day she did not appear?
Did anyone recognize her face on the six-o’clock news?
Did anyone see her remains pulled from the river refuse?
Did anyone care that this quiet girl no longer exists?
No. No one did. And she will never even be missed.
R.I
If you have ever faked a smile
Slit your wrist
Cried yourself to sleep
Wished yourself gone
Chased a dream (and lost it)
Ended up in a nightmare…
Broken down
Turned away from your “friends”
Been bullied
Been stereotyped
Tortured yourself over an error
Hated yourself…
Wished,
Dreamed,
Lost,
Died inside,
Feared.
If you are a victim…
Remember to stay strong.
Because you’re only a survivor
If you
NEVER
Give
Up.
Here's a little story about me,
about my skill to paint a grim little scene,
to make the mind creak,
to talk of those things which we don't like to speak.
I was a girl of sixteen and I had a dream,
to exist so broken hearted that I would know,
know to the core,
that love was as real as I thought it should have been.
I was dramatic to say the least and wrote poems spanning ages,
wrote of crashed cars and seeing those eyes again later,
FEELING that stare,
knowing that though time had passed,
he'd not actually gone anywhere.
English class came,
seemed so lame,
most days in the back with the boys,
getting out of work with the most clever ploys.
She was my best friend
How can you say goodbye to that
I miss you dearly
But this is a war between families taking all as prisoners
I just want to hold you in my arms and wonder if we’ll make it out okay
But I can’t even do that because we’re on opposite armies
I want to talk about dreams and guys and stay up all night
But the Sergeants frown against that
Our boot camps might share an area
But we’re enemies in basic training taught to hunt to destroy
No longer are we to be civil
But we are to use each other’s weaknesses to bring down their fight
This is war
What are we waiting for
I guess I’ll see yo
Hi Guys :)
How are you? I hope you're well. I have a huge favor to ask you guys. Can you describe in 3rd person detail someone you know, could be yourself or someone you're very close with or someone you don't know very well, or even a character you made up, who is depressed, suicidal, was depressed or was suicidal (etc.)? You can include as many or as little details as you like but if you could, please omit names or change them to protect their identity, unless you are describing yourself (if you're comfortable with that) or a character you've made. You can send me a note with the details or leave it in the comments below. Depending on how
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Everyday, you inspire me. You are a better person than i could be I know that what I find are merely words Still they speak loud as the sound of birds When I get lost in my own perpetual night I myself can find no clear end in sight To bring joy in each word might seem absurd Yet, i feel that within a newly discovered passion has been stirred.
Keep up the great work, It makes me manage myself better reflecting in your work- Thank you.