rain, rain go away
because of you the pain will stay
slit my throath, cut out my heart
leave me here, tear me apart
poison tears stream down my face
my heart doesn't beat
as i try to stand again
alone standing in the rain
i dont need you no more
is what i think while tears pour
i hate just like i hate my life
but love is what cuts like a knife
love is death and death is you
it's pain stains like a black tattoo
those memories come back again
and bind me in the rops of pain
crimson blood streams down my wrist
like a long, silk ribbon, tied by a thread
to a silver knif, a cut in my wrist....
.... now just a memory thats faded and dull
i whistle for help
i want help bad
i have cuts on my wrist
for i cut myself to death
i whistle
whistle hard
no one is coming
no one wants me
no one wants me to live
no one wants me on this earth
i die slowly
painfully
very painfully
i see the blood on my wrist
i know i'm dying
dying a slow painful death
i let go of the knifein my right hand
i whistle and whistle......
no one is coming.......
no one will come....
no one is here for
m.......
m......
me.....
so i look over and see teh knife
sitting there.....
i take it..
put another cut on my wrist
this time really deep
deep enough to cut my vains in two
now i jsut wait to die
die a very painful death
red long lines on my wrist
telling me that i will die
they look like they are alive
one, two, three keep on addin
no one will care
no one will hear me scream
i will die because of these scares
the scares of shame
hurt
sadness
anger
pain
they look at me wirh res on them
who cares about me
no one is there for me
just keep on cutting
bleed, bleed more and more
bleed like i've never bled before
just die a slow painful death
just fall into the clutches
of death
just feel the coldness of death
bleeding hearts heal
broken hearts mend
my heart will always bleed
just like my wrist
my heart will always bleed
my heart wil never mend
my heart will never heal
just like my wrist
no one can help the pain of being alone
no one can help the pain of heartbreak
so why do people try?
my body is now an empty black vessel
i'm waiting for someone to brighten me up
not just any one
but a knight in armor
he hasn't come yet
but he will
i hope he comes soon
before this becomes premanent
or worse i lose all my emotions
YAY!!!!
he finally comes
although not in armor
he is dressed like a regular person
but deep deep down he is the knight
of my dreams
he is
now the light of my world
the blackness is in my head
it's starting to take over my feelings
leaving only my soul and body in my control
as the blackness grows
it tries to take over my body
leaving only my soul under my control
it wont be long
before my soul has been taken over
leaving me as an empty black vessel
of darkness and no emotion
i need some one
to brighten up my life and world
of no emotions
there is an angel in a prison cell
this is no ordinary angel
but an angel of confort
protection and healing
forgiveness and security
this is an angel for everyone
she is the sister of justice
a man sits in an empty black prson cell
a man named justice
he sits there for a crime
a crime he never committed
he is niether good nor evil
he sits for the guilty
he sits for the innocent
falsely accused for a crime they never did
he helps the innocent
he helps the victims
he is a man named justice
COMMENTS
my brother and my friends borther both wne to jail for something they didn't do and my friends brother killed himself 2 weeks later
bullying is not cool
someone got bullied so much that she killed herself
as she lies there
silently
still
slowly losing consciousness
in her own blood
finally she cries in agony
as she cries
she thinks to herself
"does any one care about a troubled girl?
will any one listen to a troubled girl?"
then she thought
"who cares about a troubled girl?
who will ever listen to a troubled girl?
NO ONE
no on will miss me because i was that troubled girl"
but what I didn't realize
is that every one did care
EVERYONE
including the bullies
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