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dunno....
just the first thing that came to mind.
seems that this thread needs it.
When I get over-stressed writing poetry helps me and maybe you could read it and see if it helps you. Or you can even write your own poetry. Here are two I've written. The second is response to the first.
I cut to bleed,
I cut to be free.
No one knows and no one cares.
I want someone to see,
I'm not perfect,
Not anymore, not ever.
Some people runaway,
Just to see if someone cares enough to follow.
So I ask you this,
If I ranaway,
Do you care enough to follow?
Would you see the blade and take it?
Would you hold me tight and say
"Everything will be alright."?
When I put the blade to my arm,
All I see is pain and sorrow.
Would you see it to?
If I ran would you catch me?
If I cut would you stop me?
I would probably guess not....
Would I be right?
2nd poem
I said I'd stop you,
But I need something in return.
The feelings you feel,
I feel.
The sorrow you see,
I see.
The pain you endure,
I endure.
We never confided in eachother,
Until one day when I tickled it out of you.
In fifteen minutes I had you crying in my arms,
Begging me not to say a word.
When I ran,
I thought of you.
When I cut,
I felt you.
You were in mind,
And now you're in my heart.
Save me,
Save me so I can save you.
Maybe together we can run away.
Stay together,
You with me and me with you.
Without you I cry,
Without you I cut.
It took me awhile to see,
That I love you like you love me.
Come find me and join my arms,
Like you did monthes ago.
Let me hold you,
Let me let you hold me.
Even though I'm strong,
Without you I'm weak.
You say I'm Superman,
Well you're my kryptonite.
Only without you I grow weak,
And with you I grow strong.
Please don't make me wait long,
I made you that promise last week.
Make me a promise now,
Say you love me too.
I said I'd stop you,
But will you stop me too?
dunno....
just the first thing that came to mind.
seems that this thread needs it.
Cut to bleed? Sounds like depression not "stress".
You need to see a shrink.
Here's another one of my "depression" poems.
Dear Mom.
Dear Mom,
I'm not saying this to be mean,
But please open your ears and listen.
Listen to my pleas and crys,
Listen please and wipe my eyes.
I don't want to hate you,
In ten years despise you,
But at the moment you're giving me no choice.
You're taking me forgranted,
Making me babysit without asking,
How do you know I'm not busy?
You're telling me secrets I can't bare,
Don't you think I have secrets of my own?
Dear Mom,
I'm not saying this to make you mad,
I need to tell you something real bad.
I don't know how to phrase it,
So I'll come out and say it.
There's a hole in my mattress,
In that hole a box,
In that box a blade,
The blade is bloody.
Can you guess with who's blood?
You see me as confident, strong and unbreakable,
But the real me is scared, weak, and brittle.
Why do you make me feel,
That my only reason of living,
Is to do your every bidding?
My friends tell me I'm capable of things great,
But how can I accomplish this,
When you keep me locked up tight?
We used to be bestfriends,
What happened?
You're blind to my wants,
And oblivious to my needs.
Dear Mom,
I'm not saying this to make you hurt,
The last thing I want to see you do is cry.
But would it matter if you saw me crying?
You say it would but would it really?
I need freedom,
Let me be 14,
Not 33.
Dear Mom,
It's time to say goodbye,
If I don't leave now,
I'll die.
I can't keep cutting myself,
I can't keep being your other half,
And I can no longer be a second mother to these children.
So mom I'm leaving,
But you know I won't,
You know I can't.
You have me tight around your finger,
And I can't get loose.
So back to the bloody blade, in the purple box, in that large hole,
Because that's all I have to keep my soul,
My soul away from you.
oh and Corso I have a better knife. It has two ends, one jagged and one straight but I'm getting sharpened because its dull but its stainless steel
I said im sorry momma!
I never meant to make you cry but tonight, IM CLEANIN OUT MY CLOSET!!!
Ok that's just disturbing. I've known people like this and they always scare the out of me.
I recommend you read some of MOOKIE, more specifically, the "Will To Live" series.
I think that I could never see
a thing as lovely as a tree
but then I think I saw a tree
and on that tree there was a bee
and then to the bee i did plea
"Please do not sting me mr. bee"
And the the bee said "I shall sting thee"
but his plans were foiled by a flea
but why did you save me mr. flea?
Sorry if I freak the out of you!
I guess people have their own ways of relieving their stress but cutting is just a bad way seriously.
Go exercise, punch a punching bag or anything that involves you wearing yourself out instead of cutting yourself is my advice to you.
I've known a girl like you before and everytime she talked about how she cut herself scared me to death because of her safety and life and reading what you wrote, scares me.
*edit*
If writing poetry and you posting it here helps you, then keep posting it.
emos....
emo music/style is such bull , wake up, life is good.
You should be happy to be alive rather than being depressed and slitting your wrists and singing terrible songs.
Hearing men cry and sing in girly voices does not go well with rock music, but somehow these bags pull it off.
It seems like you have a problem with your mom? Why don't you just talk to her?
Last edited by ALVAREZ6; 04-28-2006 at 08:48 PM.
You are a freak with that knife talk...
Why do you have to be suck a pussy? Why can't you just talk to your mom?
BTW, what is your situation? Help us out a little bit, you don't have to express everything in a poem. Just tell us.
It seems like you are crying because you have to babysit and constantly do things for your mom???
Before cutting oneself, you would think that they would at least confront the person.
You are to a tough situation as a white suburban kid is to the projects.
ok first of all, none of ya'll know me so ya'll don't know if I really cut.
Second, I don't plan on plastering my situation all over the internet because of couple of my family members are regulars here and they don't know I'm here.
Third, I don't give a damn about how ya'll feel about us emos. Obviously you don't know how it is, so b4 you judge, think about their s uations.
And yeah it does help to write poetry here but if you're planning on constantly judging me then I suggest you don't read it.
Thankyou
So what are you crying over?
babysitting?
I don't know if you actually cut?
every other word in your poetry is either: "cut" "bloody knife" or "blade"
so what? I could be merely writing for the love of it and merely making it dark. And if you must know my mom puts way too much pressure on me to be the perfect little saint that I just can't be anymore. Always making me babysit even if I was gonna go out and always focusing on herself and no one else and yeah it does get frustrating. But that's not the only reason why I write poetry about cutting. I had a rough childhood alright? I never really had a father and a lot of other really depressing stuff that I don't feel like sharing happened to me when I was younger.
So there now you know some of my s uation, happy?
You poetry sucks. No type of rhyme scheme, no rhythm, and no depth. I hate teenagers and their lame ass "dark" poetry.
Damn. i'm going through a really hard time right now, but none of the poems i've made are like this. nowhere near.
i don't make "dark" poetry.
rofl
midget is on fire today
this thread is just like those emo song that go
"I feel pain inside!
and you don't know my pain
the pain inside, it hurts so bad!"
hahahaha
Well midget I don't give a damn what you think and back to my original post. If you plan on judging me and my poetry then don't read it! You lame ass probably doesn't understand it anyway!
P.S. Bling was that suppose to mean something about your poetry not being like mine?
OK, there's a start.
If you truly care about yourself, why don't you confront your mom about it? Talk with her a little.
You have nothing to lose. You gotta move on in life, you only live once. Live a happy life, I'm sure that there are billions of people who would die to be in your position. People in this country don't realize how lucky they are to be born here and have food, shelter, safety, etc.
bling, this chick is calling you out!
oh the guilt speech. Trust me, I know it ny heart. All my friends give me it. Here's the thing, how do you tell your own mother that she's a selfish backstabbing who only cares for herself? I can't, I rather cut myself...oh wait.
Well you obviously don't use that language but you still give her your opinion and work from there. Give her good reasons.
And what do you mean by backstabbing and all that crap, if you're not gonna give us a lot of background information, then there is no point of sharing this poetry because we will never be able to understand where all the hate comes from.
You can make your decision.
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