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Two inchestwo inches never hurt so much
two inches so small yet so destructive
two inches used as a crutch
two inches is all I need to live
two inches oh so addictive
two inches allowing you to fake that smile
two inches has you held captive
two inches becoming apart of your lifestyle
two inches brings tears to friends and familys eyes
two inches is all it takes for you to feel
two inches can bring death as a prize
two inches brings scars that will never heal
two inches allows the blood to pour
two inches allows for a little bit the thoughts to fade
two inches puts you curled up in a ball on the floor
two inches..... the length of this razor blade
if they knewThey say I couldn't last a day in the real world
I say they couldn't survive one night in mine
they say to hell i'll be hurled
I say I live there every day that's fine
they say you have no one go kill yourself
I say I don't mind being the outcast
they say have fun meeting the devil himself
I say I will i'll make sure we get to you fast
they say just go home emo and cry
I say if you knew my pain you'd cry until you lost both eyes
Never EnoughTear you flesh back with a razor
down another bottle
put on that fake smile because you're an actor
lets go further make it more painful
it's still never enough
pop another feel good pill
exhale another puff
go for the kill
it's still not enough for you
not just a few
because you enjoy the horror
somethings missing theres not enough pain
pull out the lighter
burn to leave scars on your brain
I can see the light getting brighter
above my numb body I can see the grim reaper
it's still not enough how
I can hear the graveyard calling out my number
why should I live now
it cant ever be enough when you feel so dead
everything needs an end so come grim kiss my forehead
Outcasted loveGo ahead and hate her I could care less
don't you see nothing you say will change how I feel
she's my beautiful wreck of a princess
i'm her rebel prince and these words couldn't be more real
I know you're hoping this poem isn't about her
but it is so stop thinking things that are only to help you sleep at night
these words the words of an outcasted love a sweet twisted to be happily ever after
not holding back my words this time i'm putting them for you to see in plain sight
are they hitting like a dagger to the chest
hurting angering the deepest part of you
knowing that I don't care if you detest
that i'm going to see this all the way through
our broken hearts fit perfect in each others like pieces to a puzzle
no amount of time could tear them apart
only brings the love closer through this long lasting battle
made it this far.... you really think anything could make these hearts depart
This Is HomeWarm gushes of red drip from flesh
vodka stains on your liver
thoughts constantly wanting to refresh
drugs right around the corner
insanity holds your brain in its palm
mosters twisting and surrounding your heart
this storm never had its calm
it's tearing you apart
friends crumbling from your touch
family crying at the sight of you
using the monsters and insanity as your crutch
still not wanting to believe this nightmanre has come true
your reflection missing from the mirror
whats that whipering? You hate this view
Brandon you're reflection is right here
the monsters the insanity listen to us this is home this is you
NumbCan you feel
there should be a tear anger pain
not even one emotion you can reveal?
Only able to feel with a slit vein
theres no pain like not feeling pain
call me a name hit me I wont feel a thing
satisfied with more bloodstains
you cant even tell your dieing
your only sound a deafening silence
every breathe as empty as your bottle
your own body absence
your emotions are your own devil
I cant shake this blank stare
there has to be something there
WelcomeTravel to place where a butterfly turns into a crow
theres clouds over everything and its pouring black rain
pain and sicknesses are shinning aglow
there is nothing sane
every breath wispers death
blood splaetters in the field
suguar becomes meth
everythings fate has been sealed
suicide the only way to leave
your bed is the grave
we are on the eve
pain has you enslaved
theres only one light in this world
a lone firefly
a twisted place maybee a firefly could uncurl
as it sings dont die
spelled out in blood saying welcome to my mind
listen to the winds song
beware u might not enjoy what u find
I stay here all day long
The CostumeHurry up find it
put it on fast
look at him hes so perfect
how does he last
the way he smiles his laughs
I wish I was like that
just even half?
Look at the sunlight gleam off his eyes
everyone around him loves him
no lows only highs
the chances of him failing are slim
no ones around hurry up take it off!
Its wearing you down
collapse to hell it's the falloff
the flames are making you drown
no laughs no smile
you can see the anguish in his lifeless eyes
blades cry out for me to stay awhile
this is his mastperpiece his perfect disguise
now there's nobody there!
Only me and the shrieking silence in this room
HURRY up put it on someones coming dont let them see this twisted nightmare
nobody would enjoy whats behind his costume....
My monstersMy monsters don’t live under my bed
They don’t try to hide they come at full force when they want
My monsters live in my head
There’s nothing more they love to do than haunt
Hoping to make me self-destruct from the inside
Ripping their way through anything they can
Every day trying to keep the rope around me tightly tied
Whispering to my mind you’re a dead man
Always there hovering over every thought trying to get in
Waiting for the day I give up the fight
To sink me lower then I’ve ever been
To get that suicidal fire to ignite
Making my bones tremble
They scream and howl for me to give in
making each breathe barely breathable
Begging for me and them to become one once again
I am not a stereotypeSlide the blade across your wrist.
"Doesn't it hurt?"
I can't feel anything.
Punch your own stomach.
Does it hurt yet?
"Why do you do that?"
The pain makes me feel alive.
"I don't know."
"What's wrong with you?"
I'm dead inside.
I'm just depressed.
Stare at your arms.
"What are you doing?"
I just have low self esteem.
I'm just human.
I'm just me.
Good Enough... for YOU.As I sit here cradling the blade in my hands
Treasuring the moments I wish that I had
I can't stop growing more lost and confused
I can't stop thinking... am I good enough for you?
As I sit here, wrapping the rope around my neck
No one will understand a meaning so complex
I simply can't stop thinking about it somehow
Thinking, am I good enough for you now?
As I sit here, pulling the trigger on the gun
I think, maybe I was never meant for "the one"...
goes the bullet.
For when I think it through...
I really won't ever be good enough for you.
What Happened?I used to think make up
Made people ugly.
Now I think I'm ugly without it.
I used to think people
Always loved me.
Now I think everyone hates me.
I used to think everybody
Was my best friend.
Now I think no one truly is.
I used to think
Boys were icky!
Now I wish I had one.
What happened to being
I'm Fine"Are you okay?"
No. I'm dying. I have to push myself to wake up in the morning, and when I finally do, I want to go back to sleep. Even my best dreams are becoming nightmares. I can't taste food, I can't stand the things I used to love. I'm breaking. I'm fading. I'm dying.
Demons in the shadows
They'll find a way
To get you.
Beatings, swallowing you.
Scars, defining you.
You know you're weak.
You can't fight a bully
When the bully's inside of you.
So much time, so little to doI have seen the beauty of a dove beneath the skies
I have told the harshest truths, and I have told some lies
I have seen a child cry into its mother's arms
I have been that weeping girl who held onto self-harm
I have heard the laughter of a man about to die
I have seen the anger resting deep within their eyes
I have been the victim of my own disgusting thoughts
I have seen the best of people slowly start to rot
I have felt the heartache; I have seen a love go blue…
So much time is left to spare, but so much less to do…
If you are a victim...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…
Turned away from your “friends”
Tortured yourself over an error
If you are a victim…
Remember to stay strong.
Because you’re only a survivor
I am a labelI slid the blade across my wrist
Again and again.
Maybe I’m an emotional freak.
I cause fights and arguments
Maybe I’m a troublemaker.
I use make up to make myself seem
Maybe I’m girly.
I complain about things
Even when sometimes
Maybe I’m an attention seeker.
I fall under so many
So maybe I am a label.
I’m just me.
Behind the smileBehind the smile there is sorrow
behind the smile there is anger
behind the smile is someone not knowing if he can tomarrow
behind the smile is a razor
behind the smile is a bottle
behind the smile a bruised and scarred soul
behind the smile is someone fighting with his inner devil
behind the smile a heart with a gaping hole
behind the smile smoke rings in the air
behind the smile someone who really is trying
behind the smile a mind that makes him pull out his hair
behing the smile he is dying
behind the smile a scarred wrist
behind the smile a frown that never flees
behind the smile thoughts of not wanting to exist
behind the smile is everything he hopes you don't see
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