Hey guys. Okay so these are just all my poems that i have saved into my laptop. They all have to do with suicide as i wrote thes when i was in a very dark time so if you dont like reading stuff like that please dont read these THAT WAS YOUR WARNING. Everybody else i hope you like P.S i dont hink i wrote thes i think i just saved them into my competer or typed them out.

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SHE PAINTS A PRETTY PICTURE

She paints a pretty picture
But the story hasa twist
Her paintbrush is a razor
And the canvas is her wrist

She paints a pretty picture
In acolour thats blood red
while using her sharp paintbrush
Sheends up finally dead

Her pretty pictures fading
Quite slowly on her arm
No blood is racing through her
She no longer can do harm

She painted her pretty picture
but her story had a twist
You see her mind was her razor
And her heart was her wrist

Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones
May break my bones
But cutting makes me bleed

The warm red liquid
flows down my arm
Its just the relief i need

Silver metal
That shines so bright
Has become my only friend.

So ill tear
My flesh apart
until the very end.

Cutting

That urge
That craving
sensation
Before you slid it across your skin

That tingle
Fist clenching
electricity
When you slid it across your skin

That regret
That gutting
Dissapointment
After you slid it across your skin

Roses are Red

Roses are red
violets are blue
honey is sweet
And so are you

But the roses are wilted
the violets are dead
The sugarbowls empty
and my wrist are stained red

Butterfly

I drew a butterfly on my wrists
In hope that this feeling
would no longer persists
but things got bad
And i started to cry
so the buttergly on my wrist
It had to die
Once again i tried to set myself free
But it seemed my thoughts had stolen the key
so this butterfly lived
a very short life
killed with fear
and
a very sharp knife

Feel

An empty room,an emptey girl

sitting silently on the floor

her sleeve rolled up exposing skin

she dargs the blade and presses in

the pain it brings cannot compare

to the joy she knows will soon be there

its worth the scars that never heal

for just a moment not to feel

When you cut

When you cut
The skin arounf it puffs,
red like whine
the blood beads up
Perfectly in a crimson dotted line
It tingles and burns at first
But then it feels good
so thats only the worst
Your bodys is in pain
put you mind is at ease
it feels so good
and your mind asks for one more
one turns to two
and two to four
at this point
you just keep cutting more
Theres no stopping yourself
from the warmness flowing through
everyone else is happy
so why cant you be too
the blood starts to drip
and roll down your skin
and a smile appears on your lips
from within
when you cut

Spinning

I dont know what to do anymore
i feel so lost
so alone
so sad
and the world around you is still spinning

but

Your world has stopped completely
And no one notices
because theyre to busy
trying to keep their own world
spinning

Suicide

Fake smiles
Dead eyes
scratched wrists
bruised thighs
rope tied
gun loaded

suicide

Death

I cant fear
DEATH
no longer
as ive died
a THOUSAND
times

... Okay guys thats all my poems that ive written. I've put them up not for sympathy but to show that i know what your going through and ive wanted to die so many times but if you stay strong things will evntually get better because i know they havefor me xxx