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Sally
Dear Sally,
I never meant to hurt you, but
Tears still flowed into your eyes
All I ever said
Was that I wanted to die
And you cried...
Happiness
Happiness evades me
I'm simply chasing the stars
No matter how fast I run
No matter how far
Those stars always slip away from me
Somehow...
Goodbye
My dear, I love you
But I only make you cry
All of this pain, does it fade
When I die?
I only wish for you, there was
Some better way
To say,
Goodbye...
Untitled Poem #18
Believe me
It heals me
Everything is true
If not to you
It heals me
To see you bleed
And what I need
Is to bleed
Too...
Untitled Poem #19
At last my fate is set in stone
As the blood falls and I am alone
Far beyond the reach of any light
Tonight...
Blood
Blood is like a rose in bloom
Such beauty as
I've never seen before
Spilling from my body
Pooling on the floor
Splattering upon the pages
Like stars splattering the night
At last in this dreadful world
An end to it lays in sight...
The Monster
She follows me
Each day and night
Her words haunt me
Her cruelty and lies
I thought I knew her once, but
There's a stranger in her eyes
I knew that her soul had been cut
Away, last time she said goodbye
And said to me, I know you're alone.
Untitled Poem #20
When you fell, some part of me, too, died
Standing out in the rain, waiting for you,
I cried.
You'll never return.
I Didn't Mean To Kill You
I didn't mean to end you
I'm sorry I made you bleed
I'm sorry I hurt you so
I'm sorry this has to be
I didn't mean to kill you
I'm the one who should have died
But I had to go on, you looked so beautiful
When you cried...
Today
was the same as
yesterday.
And the day before
that.
And the day before
that.
The fortune teller said
I have a long life
ahead of me.
I may even live
to be
117 years old.
So…what is that
supposed to mean
to me?
Am I supposed to be
happy
That I may even have
104 years left
ahead of
me?
That
would be
37986 days.
911,664 hours
54,699,840 minutes.
3,281,990,400 seconds.
And yet as I watch
This clock on
the wall
It's not moving
at all
It's just frozen
in time.
If it doesn't move
soon,
I'm quite ready
to
Go out of
my mind.
If every single
second
Lasts as long
as this one does,
I'll die inside
And face an eternity
Of sleepwalking
soullessly
Before I
reach
the end,
Before I finally
die
Heartbeats
They say
our hearts
beat around
2 billion times
in our lifetime.
I wonder
how many
has mine
beaten
so far?
It's kind of
scary, when
you think
about it.
Every time
it beats,
you're
one beat
closer
to
death
How do
you know
you'll live
to feel it
beat
again?
You
don't.
You
can't.
You
won't.
You
can
never
tell.
And that's
what
scares
me.
I have
no way
of knowing
when
or if
it's going to
begin
or
end.
Torture (saved the most disturbing for last...)
I will torture you.
I will make you bleed.
I will cut you until you cry
And watch as your tears
Mix with your blood
Same as you have always
Done to me.
I will cut you.
One cut
For every cruel word
You have ever spoken to me.
One cut
For every time
You have cut me.
One cut
For every drop of blood
I have shed.
One cut
For every tear
You have made me cry.
I will rip your existance
Apart at the seams.
I will tear you apart
I will make you feel
All you forced upon me.
I will shatter your mind
I will smash your soul
I will crush your heart in my hand
I will make you pay at last.
I will tear your body to bits.
Let's see, what shall I do to you?
Small, shallow cuts all over your body
Piercing your skin with white-hot knives
Rip open your chest, squeeze your heart.
Break your trembling limbs
Rip you apart
Drive you insane
With all the pain
You will feel,
Just as you did to me.
But while you'll beg me to kill you
I won't be the merciful one
To let you die.
I want you to live.
I want you to bleed.
I want to see you cry.
I want you to feel all the pain
You made me feel
That drove me insane
With wounds never to heal.
It's because of you I fell.
You drove me over the edge.
You made my very existance hell.
You made me wish I was dead.
So blame this not on me,
But on yourself.
It was you
That chanced the meeting
Of brush and paper
Creating the face
You see
The face twisted by anger
As it shatters your body and soul
The face mad with hate
The eyes iron-hard and cold.
You tortured me
With your cruel games
Each and every day.
I will never be the same
My soul was ripped away
And for all you've done to me
I'll make you pay...
I'll torture you
As you tortured me.
I was extremely disturbed back then. As well you can see.
Dear Sally,
I never meant to hurt you, but
Tears still flowed into your eyes
All I ever said
Was that I wanted to die
And you cried...
Happiness
Happiness evades me
I'm simply chasing the stars
No matter how fast I run
No matter how far
Those stars always slip away from me
Somehow...
Goodbye
My dear, I love you
But I only make you cry
All of this pain, does it fade
When I die?
I only wish for you, there was
Some better way
To say,
Goodbye...
Untitled Poem #18
Believe me
It heals me
Everything is true
If not to you
It heals me
To see you bleed
And what I need
Is to bleed
Too...
Untitled Poem #19
At last my fate is set in stone
As the blood falls and I am alone
Far beyond the reach of any light
Tonight...
Blood
Blood is like a rose in bloom
Such beauty as
I've never seen before
Spilling from my body
Pooling on the floor
Splattering upon the pages
Like stars splattering the night
At last in this dreadful world
An end to it lays in sight...
The Monster
She follows me
Each day and night
Her words haunt me
Her cruelty and lies
I thought I knew her once, but
There's a stranger in her eyes
I knew that her soul had been cut
Away, last time she said goodbye
And said to me, I know you're alone.
Untitled Poem #20
When you fell, some part of me, too, died
Standing out in the rain, waiting for you,
I cried.
You'll never return.
I Didn't Mean To Kill You
I didn't mean to end you
I'm sorry I made you bleed
I'm sorry I hurt you so
I'm sorry this has to be
I didn't mean to kill you
I'm the one who should have died
But I had to go on, you looked so beautiful
When you cried...
Today
was the same as
yesterday.
And the day before
that.
And the day before
that.
The fortune teller said
I have a long life
ahead of me.
I may even live
to be
117 years old.
So…what is that
supposed to mean
to me?
Am I supposed to be
happy
That I may even have
104 years left
ahead of
me?
That
would be
37986 days.
911,664 hours
54,699,840 minutes.
3,281,990,400 seconds.
And yet as I watch
This clock on
the wall
It's not moving
at all
It's just frozen
in time.
If it doesn't move
soon,
I'm quite ready
to
Go out of
my mind.
If every single
second
Lasts as long
as this one does,
I'll die inside
And face an eternity
Of sleepwalking
soullessly
Before I
reach
the end,
Before I finally
die
Heartbeats
They say
our hearts
beat around
2 billion times
in our lifetime.
I wonder
how many
has mine
beaten
so far?
It's kind of
scary, when
you think
about it.
Every time
it beats,
you're
one beat
closer
to
death
How do
you know
you'll live
to feel it
beat
again?
You
don't.
You
can't.
You
won't.
You
can
never
tell.
And that's
what
scares
me.
I have
no way
of knowing
when
or if
it's going to
begin
or
end.
Torture (saved the most disturbing for last...)
I will torture you.
I will make you bleed.
I will cut you until you cry
And watch as your tears
Mix with your blood
Same as you have always
Done to me.
I will cut you.
One cut
For every cruel word
You have ever spoken to me.
One cut
For every time
You have cut me.
One cut
For every drop of blood
I have shed.
One cut
For every tear
You have made me cry.
I will rip your existance
Apart at the seams.
I will tear you apart
I will make you feel
All you forced upon me.
I will shatter your mind
I will smash your soul
I will crush your heart in my hand
I will make you pay at last.
I will tear your body to bits.
Let's see, what shall I do to you?
Small, shallow cuts all over your body
Piercing your skin with white-hot knives
Rip open your chest, squeeze your heart.
Break your trembling limbs
Rip you apart
Drive you insane
With all the pain
You will feel,
Just as you did to me.
But while you'll beg me to kill you
I won't be the merciful one
To let you die.
I want you to live.
I want you to bleed.
I want to see you cry.
I want you to feel all the pain
You made me feel
That drove me insane
With wounds never to heal.
It's because of you I fell.
You drove me over the edge.
You made my very existance hell.
You made me wish I was dead.
So blame this not on me,
But on yourself.
It was you
That chanced the meeting
Of brush and paper
Creating the face
You see
The face twisted by anger
As it shatters your body and soul
The face mad with hate
The eyes iron-hard and cold.
You tortured me
With your cruel games
Each and every day.
I will never be the same
My soul was ripped away
And for all you've done to me
I'll make you pay...
I'll torture you
As you tortured me.
I was extremely disturbed back then. As well you can see.
Literature
poetry
Pain
Hundreds of children yelling, screaming.
Horrified wails that deafen you.
The fear is tangible,
So thick you can’t breathe,
The shame of a thousand souls.
And then, midst the howling,
A faint cry of hope,
A baby that has not yet fallen.
A child that hasn’t been tainted,
And the evil seems to be gone.
Then a cry from the child.
His voice joins the torment.
Screaming. All hope is gone.
You Laugh
When I hear your lovely laugh,
And gaze in your beautiful eyes,
I long to feel the warmth of your touch,
And light your face with a smile.
I make a joke, you laugh, you smile.
My heart is filled with joy.
The color
Literature
Demons
Demons
Fate of darkness
Fate of hell
Makes me crawl
Makes me yell
Deep inside me demons hide
and above me, darkness flies
In my heart it hurts
it burns
whatever bright into black turns
When i scream it doesnt come from me
but from a demon who lets me be
My demon makes me live
makes me love
and forgive
My deadly deamon makes me HatE!
makes me realize
my hell for fate
But as much as they can be dark
they can light a hope spark
My demons can show me the way
through the rough times
how to fight and how to slay
How to resist all darkness around me
how to fight what i can not see
And when i lay all defeated and crumbled on
Literature
Chelsea Smile 1
Sorry, dear
Sorry it had to end like this
Dear loved one,
You looked so pretty
Can't you smile for me?
Maybe one last time?
That's so mean
You betrayed me
And now you won't even smile
All well,
I'll give you one
With this pretty knife,
This shiny razor,
Which do you prefer?
With a simple slice here,
And a simple slice there,
You'll smile
But now look,
You should be bleeding,
I can fix that
If I kick you,
If I punch you,
The smile will grow bigger,
And maybe you'll scream,
Oh definitely you'll scream,
Let's see that pretty Chelsea Smile
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I should warn you. These are the poems I wrote in seventh grade that earned me a week and a half in a mental institution. They are...extremely disturbing...Everyone who read them was afraid I was having destructive and self-destructive thoughts, so I got chucked into a looney bin. But they turned out okay for something I wrote when I was in a right state in seventh grade. So you can read them, but don't say I didn't warn you that they're disturbing.
-Mars
-Mars
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These r very deep