In a place
Razor in hand.
Blood flows as my skin bleeds.
I have to do this.
I have to bleed.
Its what my body needs.
I need the pain,
I need to feel.
My heart feels made of broken steal.
I have to do this
Just so I feel in place.
My body needs the pain,
Its much better to be able to feel.
Inside I am numb.
My brain is all but mush.
Now the blood is flowing freely,
At last the locked up tears are out,
they flow in my blood freely.
I am in a bad place,
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Pain
Have you seen
The pain
That has
Seeped
Into me
Like the blood
That flows…
In my body.
No,
How can you
See?
Even if I
Bleed…
To death,
You’ll only
See
The blood
Flowing
Out of me
‘Cos
The pain
Will go
With me
And remain
With me
Like
The pyre
That consumes
My body.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Pain Flows
my pain flows with my blood
it flows to my heart
it flows to my mind
my pain floods my body with hurt
its traped in side, not way out
i grab my knife and open my skin
lettin out my pain
with every cut i feel my pain leavin me
i sigh with every slit
cuttin till all of my pain is gone
but with every day more pain i get
my pain floods my body with hurt
tryin to get out
waitin till that knife slides acorss my skin
Tassie's Pain
Blood everywhere, watching it trickle down my hand;
My heart beating faster:
Pain is love...
Pain is feeling, feeling of hurt coursing through my body
Captivating me... invigorating in its own sense;
Pain is lovely...
Love is pain and pain is love but its pain to my body and my body is my temple,
And its bleeding from the inside...
Cutting it felt like an escape but it was doing the opposite,
Kind of like locking myself out and throwing away the key
Pain is adrenaline,
That never ending rush that never satisfy
But where does pain come from?
Why does it never end? Will it never end?
Pain is amazing,
It's like rotten grapes, but isn't that what wine really is? They say that's good for me, pain must be good too,
So I am shivering, head down in the sink,
A razor in my sights, with my hand shaking like its got Parkinson's
Cut....
Painfully sweet...
Pain is home
A home I built on the sand
Sand that is being blown away by my cries of hurt
Home is where my heart is
Meaning my pain is pumping hurt throughout my body
Razor still in hand, with the blood is draining down the sink
I raise it higher; thinking one slice of the jugular will end it all
The continuous pain
Cut....
I survived
poem by Lusekelo Simwela
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Weeping
I feel so alone and feel as if the world has shut its eyes on me
A painful feeling is received when life crashes
For me life has crashed, I feel so
Darkness has arrived to make me bleed tears of blood
It is tormenting when the whole world becomes so cruel
I end up weeping, more and more
Although, my tears and pain has no value
I deserve nothing since I am good for nothing
My soul bleeds and I weep tears of pain and blood
Die, please let me die god
Life, is not worth living
Disappointed, I am
My life is so lonely and I can live, no more
Let me die and fade away.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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You know why I love the rain? Because no one knos I'm crying.
You know why I love the rain? Because no one knows you’re crying
By: Jean Pullman
I look at you with the pain buried in my soul
You say you see it but I say you don’t
I feel the razor blade swiping across my skin is the only answer
I know you don’t understand
CHORUS
It’s raining so now’s the time my tears come
I go in a corner in my room and slice my leg
Watching the river of blood
You might think I’m crazy
I’m just depressed
And I love it when the rain comes
I wish I could just tell someone how I feel
But my mouth is held shut by an invisible hand
I locked my heart and threw away the key
I will no longer let it break the heal and break again
Why can’t you love me for me
Why must you expect me to be something I’m not
I wish that love didn’t kill me little by little
Because I’m almost dead
CHORUS
It’s raining so now’s the time my tears come
I go in a corner in my room and slice my leg
Watching the river of blood
You might think I’m crazy
I’m just depressed
And I love it when the rain comes
This time I’m going deep
I’ll hit the vain so I will no longer feel pain
My heart won’t be broken I’ll be set free
So the rain comes and washes away the blood
No one will know when I died
Crying it was you I thought of.
poem by Jean Pullman
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I Saw
I saw her that day
I saw her face, her eyes.
I saw how much she didn't want to stay,
I saw her look longingly into the skies.
I know how she feels,
I know the pain,
I know how much it steals.
I know that she feels the blood in her veins.
I saw her leave,
I saw her die.
I saw the blood on her sleeve.
I saw the light in her eyes go by.
I feel her sorrow,
I feel her weight.
I feel the pain of tomorrow.
I feel I know it is too late.
I saw that girl go away.
I saw her pass through the light.
I saw that girl die today,
I saw her fly like a kite.
I can't be what she wanted to be.
I can't save her soul, I can't tell her what I see,
I can't help her pay the toll.
I saw the sun in the sky,
I saw the blackness of the clouds.
I saw the look in her eye.
I saw her heart pound.
I am what she is, what she was.
I am who she once knew.
I am in the place she left.
I am what was once new.
I saw her that day,
I saw what she will never be.
I saw that fateful day,
I saw that little girl.... for she is me.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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My world is falling apart and i can't stop it
i just want to hide,
i don't want to face the world,
it feels like it too much,
i'm slowly slipping,
and it like nobody catching me,
i'm losing my grip,
i just want out,
i want to numb the pain,
but i know that not the answer,
i want to scream,
but it no sound comes out,
i put on a front,
like everything okay,
but inside i am falling apart,
losing all control,
i don't know where it will stop,
i feel sick,
i feel like i'm losing control,
and i must find a way to hold onto it,
nothing is easy,
but if i open up,
than i'm weak,
if i give in,
than i want attention,
it just never seem to end,
i'm hurting inside,
and i don't know how to deal,
it like i don't have permission,
permission to feel the pain,
i'm not surpose to be 'that girl'
i'm a big girl,
i'm surpose to act tough,
but i feel like i'm losing the battle,
it feels like i'm letting ppl down,
like i have to remain tough,
while everybody around me falls apart,
it don't feel fair,
that i can't express myself freely,
the past and present combining into one,
it's a never ending fight,
all i ask is to be free,
but no matter what,
the pain follows me like a shadow,
i can't seem to shake it,
but i can numb myself to not feel the pain.
poem by Mona Martinez
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Your Blood Seeping Through the New Blood Flow
The razor is the one that cuts the wrists
Drawing blood with every slit
The razor is the one that makes anger let go
Your blood seeping through the new blood flow
The gun is the one that takes your pain
Leaving loved ones and some shame
The gun is the one that lets life go
Your blood seeping through the new blood flow
The pills are the ones that cause endings
Swallowing twenty without pretending
No life left leaking when you swallow
Your blood seeping through the new blood flow
Suicide is your way of giving up
Because you think your life's bankrupt
Suicide your way of letting go
Your blood seeping through the new blood flow
poem by Free Faller
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Pills for Pain. Blood for hurt
How much can a person endure
Before realising pills make the pain stop
They numb all feeling and leave you cold
Cold and dead inside
Pills for pain blood for hurt
It trickles slowly out
The harder you push the faster the hurt escapes
How can a person hurt themselves
When all they do is hurt
When you hurt emotionally physically is easier
Pills for pain blood for hurt
To be nobody to no one
To be unloved and unknown
I am know by the pills
They know me
They make me a someone
Pills for pain blood for hurt
To have a heart broken
Shattered and screaming for less hurt
To feel so much love and the next day non
Pills for pain blood for hurt
Love leads to pain
Caring leads to hurt
Pills for pain
Blood for hurt
Nobody to save me
poem by Maxine Isherwood
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Losing Grip
Losing grip she holds to life,
She tells herself she won't let go,
Yet here she sits holding the knife,
Moving it ever so slow.
She sits beside her bed,
Knife pressed to skin,
Knees drawn to her head,
For she knows this is a sin.
Tears fall from her eyes,
They fall against the cuts,
Until the blood begin to dry,
She doesn't like this habbit, yet she's stuck in it's rut.
Her head falls back,
As sobs break the silence of the air,
Crys pour from her thoat, yet in volume they lack.
At the back of her eyelids she stairs.
Her hair falls around her,
A warm brown shall,
Not even the touch of a hand would make her stir,
As she listens to her creators call.
Along the slits she traces,
Time after time, line after line,
Forming a pattern like lace,
The paths, the cuts, so even, so fine.
pain shows through her face,
yet she drinks this pain, it is her feast,
Along her wrist, her body, the blood does trace,
She feels the least.
in the depth of the room,
She sits with nothing, no light,
Only the shine of the moon.
She knows sha can't stop, yet it feels so right.
The anger, the sorrow, flows through her, it all leaves,
The blood wipes it away, let's her feel numb,
A blanket of blood is weaved.
Her heart beats; a steady drum.
She looks down at her art,
When all the feelings are gone,
She stands, and slows her heart,
And waits for dawn.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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No Longer Inside Of Me
I sit here on the ground
The tears running down my face
The memories flowing through my veins
All i can feel is the pain inside
I hold the blade over my small arm
And think to myself
Whether or not to slide it across
When i couldnt take the pain anymore
I slide it across
Watching as the blood ran
The rain washes away the memory of him
Along with the blood he gave to me
The blood will pour and pour
Until it could no more
Once his blood is gone
I'll be able to rest
I'll be able to move on
I wont stop until its gone
even if it means i have to die.
poem by Kerrie Maurer
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The River of Blood
It’s the river of blood
Initiated by the enemies of God
And when advised too or told to stop
They just give you the nod
The nod of ignorance and cruelty
The nod of no life and no feel
As they are told about they’re evilness
They believe that none of it is real
It’s the river of blood
That flows down a dark and red stream
And as I dip my hand in, it feels like sour, bitter cream
It’s the river of blood
The river of cruelty and pain
The river of blood
The river that flows in vain
The river that will never end
The river full of the dead
The river where they remain silently hopeless
The river where the majority of them bled
It’s this river of blood where I inject my power and strength from
It’s this river full of blood where my victory will soon come
The river of blood, the river that will soon contain me
It’s this river where my blood has long sought to be
The river of blood that shall soon end with an atrocious fight
The river of blood, the river that will no longer stay at sight.
poem by Marria Attar
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Cut
To cut
Takes away my inner pain.
It releases my emotianal state.
To watch the blood flow.
To me is not blood.
Its all the badness inside.
I have a load of bad feelins.
Inside eating away at me.
so when the razor.
Slices a new cut.
I no I can brake
Free for a short while.
Blood is red
Its precious to some.
To me its the bad
Stuff flowing away.
Do i have a desire to stop?
Yes I do
But for the moment I cant.
Mabey one day I will.
But as I feel
Everything is black
I have to
Get the badness out.
Blood of me
Is red
But should be black.
Some say im crazy.
Mabey I am
In their opinion.
In my opinion
Im not
It dont make me
A bad person.
Its just a tempory relaese
Its not permanant relaese
Only the scars are
Forever
But in time
They fade.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Dying Soldier
I taste blood.
I am dying.
I see things more clearly now.
I feel the broken bones
Within my exhausted sack of a body
And I know
I am dying.
I see the doctors come to examine me.
I know there is nothing they can do.
Too many bullet wounds.
So much blood has gone.
The nurses look at me
With pity and pain.
I cry, silently, at night
Taste the saltiness of my tears,
Hear the screams of the madmen some of us have become.
We will never be whole again.
I turn away from everything.
The drugs make me drowsy, but don't make me forget.
I'd have nightmares in my sleep.
Put me in a drug induced coma
Inside I would still weep.
I know I am dying.
My parents will be given a medal
At my funeral.
Another son of the country dies
Honorably
At battle.
I taste blood, I feel the pain
In my exhaustion I see things clearly.
I am dying.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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Razor Blades and Pain
I feel sharp pain
As the cold razor blade
Slices thought my skin
I relish the longed-for
Pain
It's the only way I feel
I control something
I watch as my
Red blood
Falls on to the white tile
The stinging is still there
A reminder of what I've done
Again and again
The red lines appear
Gently painting a blood red picture
Depicting my life
My struggles
My hate
My sorrow
Everything bad in my life
Every overwhelming thing
Each red stroke helps me
Gives me the will
To go through one day after the next
Living for the next moment
Razor blades
Paint my picture
Dripping in rose-red ink
poem by Autumn Winds
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Pain
Like the pain in my trick arm
the pain i feel is my heart beating
and my muffled breathing
i stand outside staring at the sun
having my morning cigarrette
smiling at the earth that lay so cool around me
people walk by but do they see that my smile
is just my cover
do they see the pain inside
im complicated and hard to read
like the scars on my wrists my smiles fade
like the fresh blood they bleed
a new thought comes into mind
the blood stains like the marked impresion
on my heart of all the things i love
and all the ppl i care for
when i look back now and see
all the pain i have caused others
and the pain they have caused me
it breakes my heart to remember how cold
i used to be
my pain flows every day and stuff happends
it hurts and sometimes i wish i could freeze
and heal my wounds and the wounds of others
but pain will never stop coming so its best
not to let it get you and take over
poem by Sandy Vanity
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A Call to Love
My blood spills for passion
And my skin longs for your touch
In this love never taken.
O, when will love long for me
For here I am waiting in vein yet, still
My blood flows for passion.
I feel so wretched and frail
Like a scare crow on the rice fields
In this love never taken.
How hopeless it may seem for me
Going through endeavors in this diversion of love, but still
My blood flows for passion.
When will the clock tick its hand for the heart of mine to love.
For I am tired of staying
In this love never taken.
I have seen no more days and lonely nights
Yet now I see the sun shining on
My blood flowing for passion
In this love never taken.
poem by Pathrese Lei Mari Abejuela
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Lets End Bulling!
Pain drawn near.
Breathing has gotten hard.
Tears fill my eyes.
My thoughts go crazy.
Blood flowing free,
Welts on my wrist.
Splits in the skin,
No more suffering.
Little girl,
Sitting alone.
Her thoughts are sad,
The pain is heavy.
No one will help her.
There is no one there.
Any body save this one,
Bulling and torment,
Haunt her in her dreams.
They don't see,
Their words have killed her.
Blood on the ground,
Life leaving her eyes.
The bedroom door,
Locked on the inside.
Yelling out,
To my only daughter.
Banging with all my might.
I finally kick the door in.
Froze in shock.
My daughter in a pool of blood.
A shocked mother,
Just found her daughter.
Pale and cold.
Note on her bed,
Saying that she is sorry.
Bullied and talked down.
Pain was her last thought.
She wasn't good enough.
The mother runs for the girl,
Knowing it is too late.
Tears flowing free,
She was to late.
The little girls life,
Is lost to the razor.
I lost my little girl.
She is all I had.
My husband died in the war.
Sad and lonely.
I'll do my best,
To make sure any other little girl,
Doesn't have the same fate.
A strong mother,
Lost the one person she loved.
Due to bulling at a school,
Not even at the brink of life.
Just the begining of the journey.
Never to see,
The meaning of her life.
poem by Mariah Simpson
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Pain runs through my body
Pain runs through my body, and I don't need anymore.
Pain runs through my body, so leave me alone you whore.
Pain runs through my blood, as I start to bleed.
Pain runs through my body, and love is what I need.
Pain runs through my body, everyday of my life.
Pain runs through my body, as I pick up the knife.
Pain runs through my body, as I put it through my chest.
Pain runs through my body and I think you know the rest.
poem by Ari Castillo
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Dead inside
I feel dead inside,
Feeling my body shaking,
Feeling the numbness,
Watching my tears fall down,
The fault was my own,
I caused these things to happen,
Can’t believe that I felt this pain I feel along,
I can’t do this alone,
I need someone to help me cope with this feeling I feel,
I never knew the pain I feel for so long,
I wanna feel as if I belong here,
I don’t want to feel dead inside no more,
My body is shaking its aching,
It’s the same way,
Same rhyme,
Same poems I write over and over again,
Some change, some stay the same,
I feel dead inside,
I am all alone,
Facing this pain alone,
No one there to help me.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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