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Your WordsYour words
Like the sharp pain of a blade slicing through skin,
Your words cut through me,
like a serrated knife going deep into my chest,
Like the sharp pain of a dagger twisting into bone marrow,
Your words ruin me like shattered glass,
The pain your words bring echo through my head and,
Make me feel the need to run a blade across my skin,
The blade digging into my skin are the words you inflict upon me,
The blood dripping down my skin,
Are the tears I can not cry,
Your words are like the pain of a knife being shoved into my heart multiple times.
These HandsThese hands,
are covered in other peoples blood,
lifeless their lifespan cut in half
corpses almost buried under the ground,
These dead physiques have blood pouring out of them,
The hands of torturers enjoying the pain of others,
These hands now are cut off their bodies.
You are not remorseful.you are not remorseful.
You don’t care about my feelings,
or the words that you throw at me.
You only care that you got caught.
You regret what you say only when you’re in trouble.
You don’t even bother to apologize,
even if you did you wouldn't really mean it
you pretend as if this never happened.
Nothing did actually happen to you that day.
But that day my feelings were shattered,
Do you not realize this or do you just not care all?
AngerAnger hides emotion
You will confuse me with being upset.
I will make you punch people who you care about who have hurt you deep inside.
I will make you swear at people and make you say rude things in the spur of the moment without you meaning those cruel words you say.
I will make you start arguments that, in the end are either pointless or end in floods of tears.
I am anger.
The Isolated CorpseThe Isolated Corpse
A lonely walking corpse with sunken skin and eyes roams the streets at night trying to find company. The corpse has protruding bones and the taste of blood is still fresh in its month. This walking cadaver is different to the others. The others hunt human flesh, but this one hunts a friend. The carcass has a concaving stomach and tattered skin. Even though the corpse has tattered skin one can still the scars of self-mutilation covering parts of one arm. The flesh is peeled back to reveal ribs that look like ladders. The lifeless body has part of the brain spilled out between the roots of the once glossy black hair. Every step the carcass takes a hollow clatter can be heard from miles away. The last words this dead body heard still echoes in its head over and over again, “Sorry”. That’s the only word the walking body hears day after day. The last thought that entered the once full of life person was “Everyone apologizes when it’s t
From A Bully's Point Of View From A Bully's Point Of View
I kill people with the words I say.
I love it.
I lie and say I'm apologetic,
When I'm not.
People believe me and I laugh at their stupidity.
I pill people's drinks and insult them for fun.
I enjoy their pain when I throw insults at them.
I love it.
I'm evil, brainless and have a hollowed out heart.
I make people cry and I do not regret it.
bladeShe slides a blade across her skin,
She is crying again,
“Why am I so worthless?”
she asks, but again no answer comes,
Tears cloud her vision,
But she can feel the blade on her skin,
She feels her blood trickle down her arm.
“I’m so fat and ugly,” she whispers,
but no one is there to hear her,
so she is left to sob alone once more,
dead into the night feeling more isolated than ever,
“I hope tomorrow will be better,” She thinks desperately,
But she knows it won’t be…
Sticks and StonesSticks and stones break my bones
But words will rip my skin apart
Does that ever even occur to you?
Don't you fucking get it?!
your words, they are cruel and painful
they fucking hurt
You don't care, do you?
“I’m Sorry” Oh no, it’s absolutely fucking fine;
it’s not as if I have feelings or anything!
If I had my way I’d slit your throat with the knife you left in my back
The Princess and the DemonThe princess was perfect as could be,
Admired by everyone she would see.
Her skin was smooth and very fair.
So long and flowing was her hair.
But there was one thing she feared.
She heard the demon coming near.
The demon would attack the town,
Destroy everything that was around.
Despite all her great fame,
The demon she could not tame.
As the demon continued to grow.
There was a secret the town didn't know.
There was no one she could confide.
The demon the princess held inside.
At night the princess just changed.
Her mind and body become deranged.
Her town she didn't know how to defend.
Only one way she could bring to an end.
One quick draw of the knife.
The princess took the demon's life.
You cannot save me from my lifeI lie face down on the railway tracks.
Screaming out his name.
You say you can save me,
But I am not something you can reclaim.
Discarded needles and empty cans,
Fill my space and steal my time.
They do nothing to take away this pain,
That grates away at my sanity
More and more these days.
Silhouettes of a life long dead,
Dance in the corners of my mind.
Flaunting what could have been,
In front of my cold eyes.
You told me you would be gentle.
You told me you would teach me how to breathe again.
You promised you would save from my pain,
You promised me a life; you told me I could live again.
At first you were a distraction,
An illusion showing I could be repaired.
Though the cracks broke through
And I fell down again.
I lie face down on the railway tracks.
I am waiting on the train.
To come and take me away.
He is calling out my name.
I told you from the start,
My fire was dying out.
I am not something you can reclaim.
You cannot save me
Nobody Told MeNobody told me,
How to act.
I wish I knew how much was too much,
or when too little was not enough.
If somebody told me,
that the small things meant the most,
and the big things were forgettable;
Where would I be today?
Nobody told me,
Who to love.
What came of the people I knew
and who were the people I would have known?
If somebody told me,
that I HAD the perfect person,
or that I am with the wrong one;
Would I be able to live with myself?
Nobody told me,
How to feel.
Is what I am feeling right or wrong,
and which should I act upon?
If somebody told me,
that I was being overly obsessive,
or that I shouldn't have let go:
Would I be the same person I am now?
Nobody told me...
...and I'm not sure if I'd want to know the answers.
Blind To SeeI can not see,
I do not understand.
Maybe I am just confused,
It would not be a first.
Read my lips,
Write my emotions,
Tell my story,
Just do not look at me.
Sad you might say.
Confused and alone.
Blind and lost.
But who are you to say?
I may be blind, confused, sad,
I could be a forgotten hope or lost thought,
Maybe I am.
But I do not see your point.
Seeing is not only looking,
RumoursI'm holding your hand
But they're trying to pull it away
Like a hand full of sand
Slipping between my fingers
The cruel words slip out of their mouths
They're predators and we're the prey
And I try not to listen
And I mustn't reveal
Any insecurity that I feel
If I let my guard down, they'll eat me alive
How will we survive?
Close your eyes and I will too
Block their hatred from our view
For it seems I've made some enemies without ever meaning to
Please don't listen to their lies
They're the wolves in sheep's disguise
And I love you, and I need you to get through
Tell me what I've done wrong
Tell me why I deserve this ridicule
This has gone on too long
Haven't you hurt me enough?
It started out with a rumour but now you're playing too rough
And I try to stay calm
But they're right in my face
Your indiscretion makes me want to embrace my anger
To hurt you too
But I'll never sink as low as you
Close your eyes and I will too
Block their hatred from our view
For it seems I've made some enem
My Immortal FriendWhere are you,
my sweetest friend?
When did our friendship
come to an end?
I don't remember much,
but I know you're there.
I can feel your presence,
heavy in the air.
My immortal soul,
you should be gone.
Your heart stopped beating.
Your time is done.
And yet you stay,
unseen but not unknown.
Do you still recognize me?
I know I've grown.
Were you always here,
or did you just come back?
Why can't I see you?
Is there something I lack?
He sees you though.
I know it's true.
His innocent eyes
always pointed towards you.
Are you his friend now?
What happened to me?
Did we have a fight?
Just let me see.
I don't understand.
What went wrong?
Were you tired of talking?
Tired of the song?
Or did you do something
to hurt or to scare?
No, I don't think...
no, you wouldn't dare.
So, please come back.
My immortal friend,
or please be happy,
find your end.
Bill x Tom - Twincest ch5My eyes met Bill's for a split second before he sprinted out of the room and up the stairs. I breathed out heavily and paused the song playing on my iPod after taking out my earphones.
"Gustav, look after this" I said briskly handing it to him. "Oh and before you ask, no, you cannot listen to it" I added quickly as he opened his mouth to speak. "And if I find one scratch one it Gustav. Just one.... you're dead" I promised him before walking slowly out of the room. Looking back a couple of times to check that my iPod was ok.
Halfway up the stairs I managed to trip over my baggy jeans, and then I managed to somehow (god knows how) walk into the wall. By the time I got to Bill's room I didn't bother knocking, as soon as I was in the room I flopped down on his bed, throwing my arm over my eyes to block out the bright light from the table lamp.
"Hello to you to" Bill's annoyed voice sounded to the right of me. squinting as I looked out from under my arm I saw that Bill wasn't annoyed... he
Day 107School stress is not a good mixture with suicidal thoughts.
Today has be amazing but I've now in a load of shit.
I got a C. And a B. and I can't help but feel shit.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Two people asked about my bruise on my leg.
So two lies I've said.
Maybe I should just give up?
I helped a friend today because she was stressed, and worried.
Locked herself in the toilets.
I had to help.
I couldn't not help.
Because the way I am and how unstable my shit is.
I could very well be in that locked toilet.
Could be tomorrow?Could be a month?
Only I'd either be there with a badge or a blade.
Or my fist or nail.
Or a plastic bag. And hoodie chord.
Nah. Not the plastic bag. Not the hoodie chord.
Because I couldn't' do that in school.
It would spread like wildfire.
But the rest could be true.
Anyway due to helping a friend.
Well I forgot to find out about my exam tomorrow.
Then last lesson waiting for shitty results.
I stayed with my friend for support.
But no I forgot to get my pen drive
Bill x Tom - Twincest ch3TOM'S POV
Bill was quiet as we walked down the empty streets of our town. We didn't talk. At all. The only time we had any contact was when I had to stop him from falling flat on his face, but even then he hadn't said anything, he'd just smiled and nodded in thanks. To be honest Bill was so quiet it was freaking me out, he was usually chattering away about something odd, but no. Not today...
After walking for around fifteen minutes we came to the park, Bill kept on walking till he came to a big old oak tree. He stopped and turned around to face me. he grinned "do you remember when you dared me to climb to the top of this thing?" he asked, patting the rough bark on the old oak.
I laughed "yeah" to be honest I couldn't forget.
Bill had gotten half way up and then got stuck. There wasn't anything to pull himself up on but he refused to bend down to get to previous branch so he could climb down. It was one of the funniest things I'd ever seen. A young raven haired boy stuck up a
YouIt feels like you've stabbed me a thousand times,
You have ripped me apart,
I feel as though my heart is bleeding,
And going to tear at its seams,
As if you shoved a blade down my throat multiple times,
Like the sharp pain of a dagger slicing through skin.
I want you to shrivel up and die,
You deserve to suffer,
You deserve to have your blood drain out of your inadequate body,
You ought to be crushed to the ground,
So fuck you!
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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