Worthlessthe worst part about being nothing
is knowing nothing is commonplace
and, even though I thought I was so
special
I was exactly the same

     I'll never say your name
     because then this would feel real
     and I would have to accept
     that giving all I had
     never meant a thing

     does a wooden heart still beat,
     or does it only leave splinters?
     did you ever even think of me-
     the wea

Leaveme.
battered, unstable,
improperly built.
I no longer house sanity
only ghosts that were never
told how to move on.

maybe we used to be the same,
but now your cracked reflection
only adds to my years of bad luck

you never counted the lines in my smile,
or the notes between my freckles,
you only measured me.

I'm something to get by on,
but I'm simply not enough.
my watered-down voice
is growing weaker.

and you feed me sugar pills
to diminish the pain
(these bones still bleed)

there are vultures in your eyes,
they know what's coming next

children call on saviors to vanquish demons
from their closets and I'm begging
the s

She SpokeThey all saw.
Laughed and looked.
At her lost love note,
They saw what she wrote.

She hid her face in between her hands,
Then thought of the angels; way up high
And peeked behind her tiny fingers,
At her many peer's eyes.

She realized they all felt her cries,
At one point..
Everyone would always have their lies,
Even if they're bad..

She heard the angels sing a lullaby,
Felt the Lord's hug,
And recognized her teacher's voice.

The girl stood, opened her mouth wide and said:

"Yes, I love, and just like you,
I'll always have my secrets.
We all do.
And this is very, very true.

For All the Angry PeopleGrowling in the bottom of my heart,
Series of events, making anger spark.
Sitting here with hands folded,
As my plans of action bolder.

Deep down in my gut, acid drips,
In my mind cogs frustratedly tick.
Breathing in and out with manufactured calm,
Folded hands conceal the sweat on my palms.

Thoughts diseased with film clips of the past,
Cannot understand how the present and future clashed.
Muscles tensed with articulated contempt,
Logic tugs on Anger's shoulder trying to preempt.

Same Old TripI've been walking down the same old road
The stumbling block gets in the way
But this routine isn't something new
It's just a little game I play

I'm quite aware that I'm about to fall
This fact is something I embrace
I'm all dressed up in my dirty clothes
Prepared to go flying with grace

Falling on my face is part of the plan
Life is boring when it's pristine
Instead of being afraid to get dirty
I'd be more worried about staying clean

A stumble here and there adds character
I'm perfect in my imperfection
As a human falling comes naturally
Which is why I chose this direction

I've been walking down this same old road
Knowing I

Suicideis not the
killing of yourself,
no far from it,
suicide is freedom
from the world

death is merely
inevitable, and we
are not patient people,
freedom from pain,
from the world that

shuns us and
makes us suffer,
a pain that no
one should go through,
that chains us...

suicide is light,
freedom from this
the chains that
bind us to the
torments of reality

besides, we are already
dead inside...
dead from the suffering
dead from the chains
dead from the world

that shows us hate,
when all we want is
for the pain to stop.
can't they see?
we were already dead.

suicide just breaks
the chains that bind
us to our pains.

That Was UsI lay awake in bed,
staring up at the ceiling.
Not knowing what to do,
because I only want to be with you.

Then I start to laugh,
because the memories start coming back.
How we would joke around and say,
that was the worst way to spend a day.

How you would say,
that you won our "fights".
How I would say,
you just had some luck.

How you thought I was crazy,
for how many movies I haven't seen.
How I thought you were crazy,
for watching that many.

Then the sadness comes back.
Since I just had to fall for you,
right before you had to go.

BlindBlind

The colors themselves though they may try to disguise,
form a beautiful picture from the rainbow inside.
Although the colors confuse and the shades run and hide,
I'll show you each shade and I'll stay your guide.

It sounds like a melody the pen on paper,
I'll be quick to step in should your hands ever waver.
At times it's a whisper gently coaching each color,
but together were something each color a wonder.

Color, tastes like skittles,
it's not the shade outside,
but the flavor in the middle

The shades feel like petals between calloused fingers,
Soft and velvety as rough hands guide their shapes.
Tiny drops of paint are

This is for youThis is for you
The one who has had a heartbreak
or two or three

You are not alone
You walk among friends

Of young and old
Hard and soft
Smart and stupid

No matter what happens
Get back up again

Fight the battle
Win the seige
Reclaim your life

Take back your heart

Dear MoonNothing is worse
Than when you are new
The night is so vapid
Without that delicate light
Being cast upon us
But it's not so bad
At least, not anymore
For now i have someone
That reminds me of your allure
When you are absent from the sky
I long for your return
So maybe you'll return the favor
And remind me of her

Dad, This One's For You.My thoughts paint a skyline,
Niagara is pouring out of my skull.
A rush of Blue
A slash of Red-
I'll pour out ink like Blood on these sheets.

Remember when I was little
You used to ease my
Fears;
Hold me close,
Keep me safe,
And wipe away my
Tears.

Now,
I'm not so small.
The bumps in the night
Are like warm greetings
From long deceased friends.
Now,
The biggest Fear I have
Is You.

How is it
Our eyes are so different?
I live in the
Dark,
Finding the beauty
Long since forgotten.
You live in the
Light,
Mind closed off
To what you don't understand.

Do you Fear
Me?
Or do you Fear
What you see?
Eyes can lie,
They

The End of ThingsIf there was a way to be certain
If I only could be sure that this wasn't the end of us;
That this cataclysm was only the beginning of our love
I would walk on past the end of things with you
Holding hands with you, with the knife pressed against my neck
And we would never look back at the ashes of the world we left behind

My Sweet ShadowMy sweet shadow
You're always with me
My sweet darkness
I guess that you care
My sweet emptiness
You're the one I can turn to
My sweet shadow
You will always be there

My sweet dream
You make me sick
My sweet illusion
Lies is what I'm feed
My sweet hope
You build me up
My sweet dream
Still you do it to break me down

My sweet knife
Make me whole
My sweet blade
I want to rape my skin
My sweet dagger
I want to feel alive
My sweet knife
Please make me die

Sticks and StonesI'm not emotionally unstable.

I don't cut.

I don't only sleep after I cry.

I don't self harm.

I don't want to die.

I'm not who I am because of my music.

I'm not who I am because of school.

I'm not who I am because of what I watch.

I'm not who I am because I'm trying to be cool.

I don't want to gain attention.

I don't want scars either way.

I don't want to be judged.

I don't want to mocked because I stay.

I hate when you call me emo.

I hate when you call me dyke.

I hate that you're my family.

I hate that you hurt me through spite.

Today I heard you say;

That if I changed school I wouldn't be emo.

You're like my second father

I'm A Woman TooLast time I checked, I'm a woman.
Yes, I wear guy clothes- they're more comforable.
Yes, I have short hair- it's easier to style.
That doesn't make me less of a woman.

So why all the dirty looks from other women,
As I walked out of the locker room, eyes down,
Wearing my dark androgenous clothes?
Underneath I am still a woman.

Why all the looks from the lifeguards at the pool,
When I was swimming workouts with a group of guys?
I'm wearing clothes over my bikini,
But I am no less of a woman.

Yes I have a stern face and tense jaw.
If you knew my thoughts, you would too.
I am stoic and reject my emotions;
That doesn't mean I'm not

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my colorsuse your blood as a delicate red to paint its pedals. Thrust deeper and deeper into your heart, steal your hearts most precious blood.

Go deep into the woods and find a green that will make me jealous of your beauty. Show me my fate with your green, so your lust can grow.

Hold my heart together with the white from our past pains.
With your white turn me pure and virgin.

To find my purple, kiss my face and say you love me.
My love, splatter your nobility on the walls, make me crazy if I dear to spin in your arms.

Fall into the shadows of your darkest nightmares, capture your feelings and shape it. In our love put holes of darkness to r

Ashley I want to write you a love song,
but the words I write force themselves to be written in blood.
Maybe because its my lack of feeling
or maybe your lack of love.
Your smile cuts me and your love kill me, drenching me in loves blood.

In your womb holds my DNA,
in your heart holds a woman.
You can wear pants and I can wear skirts.
You can pull my hair,you can hit me and I will embrace you.

Chain me to the bed post,
So I can't run away.
Put as many cocks in your mouth as you please.
Just remember when your plan hits the fan-
I'll be here.

Angels watch you in envy when walk,
I watch you in envy when you tongue other girls.
But

RestlessIt's on nights like these that make me restless,
When the moon is lonesome and the midnight stars are swallowed by darkness.
On nights like these-
I can't help but question my life.

The smell of smoked cherry wood crosses me,
As I lay in the wrist cutting grass.
The wind abuses me-
Slapping me in the face screeching in pain.

Lighting flashes in the distance-
But no sound.
Thunder is a stranger to me
On these nights.

Sounds of wind chimes,
And trees blowing.
Struggle into my ears as I ignore the natures-
For natures cries of redemption.

Letters to the dead
And poems to the restless.
I eat my words tonight
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by ~SethAdams, Sep 16, 2012, 5:20:48 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Concrete Poetry

Dear Mister,
      I lay empty inside with many thoughts of suicide. Limbo is where I stand above the ground so high. The people below laugh at my failure that has tainted my empty heart. So Mister  call my phone, talk to me, tell me why I was born when nobody wants me. Maybe tomorrow or maybe next year you will find my wrenched corpse in my bathtub. The cold water will run down my bloody wrists. Liquor stains my clothes because I drank to my death in a good humor. Dead lips so cold just a touch will break me. No longer will I be your victim of your love rape or abuse. The scars on my body are enough proof of your existence. Tonight I will leave my proof of living by dying. Everything that I hold dear is gone now, you stole my everything.
     Someday you will wake and see my face in the mirror with soaked bloody tears that you had drawn. Paint my corpse with your lies of love. Whisper your secrets into mouth, tasting the hate I had bundled up in my lungs. Taste my death. From the view of behind you I will scream for help. Stop touching me! With you dirty hands and bloody lips. Maybe tomorrow or maybe years you will stand over me laughing at me with the look of despise. Neither my friend nor my enemy I wish you could stop me…maybe later or maybe never. This will be my last day alive. Drown me with your goodbyes. Not to worry Mister my soul will no longer be raped by thing called life. Goodbye Mister.

Love,
    Seth Adams

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When I was 12 I had this fiend who wouldnt tell me his name so, I just called him Mister. I really looked up to him but, the truth was he hated my guts. One day he took something from me that I will never be able to take back. After he did that to me I decided that I couldnt live any longer. I mean I felt so wrenched afterwards and it had scared me. On september 27th I attempted suicide but my grandmother found me before I was dead. Deep down im happy I didnt commit suicide, because now I have a reason to keep on living.

I had a debate with myself if I should have post this, because this note is something very important to me.

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~gothchick913 Sep 19, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

i really admire you for the strength it must have taken to put this on here and i really thank you for sharing it because it shows people that there is strength in all things. :tighhug:

~SplitNinja Sep 17, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

You show no fear in bearing your soul. I admire that.

*PuellaPlushie Sep 17, 2012 Hobbyist Artisan Crafter

you express the very thought of the attempt with words, words that grasp the attention of the very line of you life

I too am a survior

~Vindsagan Sep 17, 2012

This is so touching! I hope you've luck in your life now.

*Hfeather53 Sep 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

You are very brave. I admire your courage.

~cskadoz Sep 16, 2012 General Artist

. . . you are stronger, better and wiser. this was a powerful moving piece. you rock!

~JounetsuTruth Sep 16, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Ive had the same problem debating or not to post something like this but mine was a poem and it still gos unfinished but it has been posted, life is hard and for those of us who can recognize it and comes to terms with it and put it out there, I say way to go. its all part of healing

~topazcat511 Sep 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I am at a loss for words, this is so touching.....I understand where you were when you wrote this... my heart to you

~zerolemort Sep 16, 2012

I really dont know what to say....
Other then the fact that this touches me in a place few things do.

~nikikt Sep 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I can't help but comment, I am at a bit of a loss of words for this . . . All I can say is, that I hope you live a pleasant life, achieve your goals, and be a happy person. I am very impressed that you found the courage to not just post this, but to keep on living.

Hats of to you, good Sir.

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