*Untitled* Thing I wrote

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I just wrote this in a few minutes... Nothing to special.

At any point you can loose someone... it can be right before your eyes, their there and then gone... youre left with anything but a memory, their body lifeless and heart un beating... you last see them laying in a coffin, the last time you may ever touch them... beyond their you can only stand above them, know they are there... someone you had just been hugging, talking to, anything, now below your feel, nothing but a corpse or pile of ashes left to the hands of time...

[West Coast Sheriff]

Nice

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My second writing... ~~~ MAY BE TRIGGERING~~~

You look at your scars... For as much as you want them gone, you love them, theyre a beautiful thing. The pain you feel, the numbness you have, you want it, you need it gone! Pressing that blade to your skin, letting the amber red flow from it, you feel alive you feel good. It never stops, you need a release, the pain you cant bare. You know the past is real, every scars speaks of a story. The thoughts, the words, the memories... gone... happiness is achieved at the end of a razor. You feel human, alive, something. The process starts again... the scars forum, the past is always apparent. You love this, you hate it, you want it and you need it.

[bigfoot]

wonderfully poetic. good job dude.

[Noirtier]

That second writing I felt was a beautiful representation of the struggle one goes through when dealing with self harm, being a recovering self harmer myself. Well done!

[survivor]

My second writing... ~~~ MAY BE TRIGGERING~~~

You look at your scars... For as much as you want them gone, you love them, theyre a beautiful thing. The pain you feel, the numbness you have, you want it, you need it gone! Pressing that blade to your skin, letting the amber red flow from it, you feel alive you feel good. It never stops, you need a release, the pain you cant bare. You know the past is real, every scars speaks of a story. The thoughts, the words, the memories... gone... happiness is achieved at the end of a razor. You feel human, alive, something. The process starts again... the scars forum, the past is always apparent. You love this, you hate it, you want it and you need it.
That is good. Its true and it makes me think. It's amazingly poetic about our lives and our pain.

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My newest mess...

The light creeps under the door, consuming every last thing. Its a never ceasing beast always hungry for more. Within its belly sleeps your worst fears, trapping your mind in a sinkhole of madness you cant do a thing. Man has never feared anything more, the unstoppable force that eminently comes, it comes for all, young and old, animals alike. You should fear what you cannot see for you dont know what it may be. Looking into the dept of it, your fears can come alive, drive you to madness. Only light can peirce this abyss. It may never seem to end but the day comes once more, washing away the dark... The black, your nightmares.

[survivor]

I like this. I feel how I can connect to what you write. Its beautiful:)

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The blood runs down the walls... Pain and suffering is all I know, its my world. Will it ever stop is all I can ask but it never does. Salvation is all I ask, love and grasp of someone! The tears I cry are from my wrists all that leaks out is pain and hurt but nothing else. This broken soul of mine is good for nothing, a waste of a life is all I am. Why am I here? Just make it stop, turn the lights off!

and second one....

Who you are, what you are... You cant stand what you see. You feel you are a fool among everyone and matter not much more than a speck of dust. The words hurt more than the fists that beat you. You want to be loved and liked but it never comes. Out stretched arms for anyone they are batted away... all you need is a heart, someone to hold you. Youve only known the feeling of hate, regret and pain. Its the world you live it and always will because its all you know, you will ever know. People say it stops, but will it stop, it never does stop! You find a friend, a thing to love, its a metallic love mixed with red.

[Gremsmith12]

I liked everything except transvestites....
Kind of made the whole thing crude....
Other then that, I liked it Happy

[survivor]

Yet somehow we still judge people. Its sad, I've spent my whole life being rejected yet I still judge people. No matter how much pain we go through even when we see the humanity we judge others then ask for a chance to feel