Hand me a needle to thread together my skin, because all myself is falling apart.
Turn off all the lights so my eyes won't glisten when my tears begin to fall.
I'm not all alone but I forgot what it's like to be with someone.
Hand me a cigarette so I can choke on something else other than my own words.
Where have I been? I've been lost drowning in thought and emotion.
I've had time to look at the blood running from my wrists that black isn't just a shade but an emotion.
I used to be called an angel, but I clipped my own wings and now I'm falling back down.
The strangest thing about all this is I was here many times before.
When its not enough
To say "I Quit"
When your this close to the end
Reality will hit
Your not alone
You know that now
You just cant stop
you dont know how
It has consumed
What used to be You
And All the lies blend
with what is true
Just put down the blade
and try to refrain
it wont make you feel
Anything but pain.
you love to watch me
drown in pain.
so break my skin
and drain me
of this crimson poison
that was never shed
quite enough
to make you stay.
i threw rocks at your window,
and in return
you shot a bullet through my heart.
Why can't I be pretty? by SarahTriceratops, literature
Literature
Why can't I be pretty?
Why am I only pretty when I have wet hair,
Or, when I'm in my PJ's,
Even when i'm freshly out of the shower,
and some of my makeup is still on?
Is it because I look so innocent?
Why am I only ugly when I spend hours on my hair,
Or, I decide to skip on wearing makeup,
Even when I try my hardest to look my best,
Why do I still look as if I'm a monster?
Is it because I try so hard to be pretty?
Only a select few think I'm beautiful.
To be honest, I'd say you are lying.
It's hard to get me to believe I'm even cute.
I have my days though.
I believe most girls have to be skinny.
It's really strange,
Almost every other girl to m