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My Body is a ViolinA Poem by OmikronLike an instrument I play myselfI hear myselfI feel myselfMy body's like pieces of a violinFragile and thinCommiting sweetness and sinMy veins are the.. |
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DistrustA Poem by Nashville Rose"Best friends don't keep secrets from each other...right?" |
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Amy Manson's Road to RecoveryA Story by Kayla Gentry ( Kyrie Kerr..I wrote this originally as a story in '08 but turned it into a poem shortly after. After doing so, I decided I preferred the Poem over the story itsel.. |
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She Cuts Too DeepA Poem by dillonjensenMy mind wanders and this is where it ended up. |
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Everybody's foolA Poem by ~ Kimberly ~People see one side of me when I wear sleeved shirts... then there's the side people will forever judge me for. |
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EmbracingA Story by Julie FranShe lost control, the stormy seas taking her down, she fell to the floor. You were told to embrace for impact. I can’t hear you. She though.. |
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InkA Poem by Green-eyedFoxTrigger Warning |
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The Final CutA Story by lissamia4A girl in her last minutes of life. |
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WallflowersA Poem by Abby L.::Being Sad:: |
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the bloodA Story by Wannabewriter16this is about how i like to see my blood |
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Love Is..A Poem by Celeste N. WallisLove is a funny word.Wrapped in ribbons and cursed tonguesTo me. Love doesn’t exist.Not like it does in movies and songs.Love is not some fairyt.. |
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September 12, 2012A Poem by Penelope VoljetiI cut my wrists withmyeyes today and bled out onto the floor. Heasked me too many times to smilefrom underneath that thin little jacket that heliked s.. |
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Quiet StepsA Poem by Penelope VoljetiI love the Pupils That look up at me As children looks at the stars Eyes wide, mouths open, hands Hanging at their sides.SmileThat holds mineAs t.. |
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Cut, Cut, SlashA Poem by MandaBearSometimes it cuts deep |
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CutsA Poem by Jay PalacioThese cuts on my wristsare not cries for attention you missedThey're one of the few things helping me to resistadding myself to the suicide list.. |
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For the Love of a DaughterA Chapter by Kaity FisherScars on my back from your knifeAre a permanent reminder of this lifeYour promised you'd never give me.Manipulation runs deepLike the words you make m.. |
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