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To the VeinTo the vein that wasn't cut
To everyone who called me a slut
Just let it be known,
I can stand on my own
Though I still have the need
I refuse to bleed
My scars haven't healed
but my wounds have all sealed.
I'm ready to throw out my blade
and to watch my deepest hurt fade.
For three long years,
my blood was my tears...
So To The Vein That Wasn't Cut
I am Enough.

ImagineI watched you sitting there, in front of the window, alone
with the scent of night, as if you were caught in
a moonbeam spider web, alone
with pen and paper

I love to watch you
writing left-handed,
as if your words needed protection
With this absent-minded look
in your ocean blue eyes
which see more than all the others see - maybe
they see things more clearly, or rather
they see them how they really are

I love to watch you
breathing life into dead things
and turning sentences into melodies
How you´re able to give the little things significance
and write down what life keeps quiet about
You can make the stones cry and
bring a smile on th

Please, PleaseThough I died to know you loved me
I knew we weren't, never could be
Haven't you ever seen me?

Cold and broken on my knees

We all used to know love is a specialty
To know how it feels is now a penalty
Hold me close dear, and cry for reality

Look around us, look for morality

***********

Please, please don't cry after me
Your pain cuts me deeper then I let show

Please, please don't run far from me
You flew away faster then cold night's snow

Please, please let me show you now
All the good and bad you did to me

Please, please rescue my soul now
Before my life decides to flee

**************

Hold the air in your lifeless lips
Pra

StrengthStrength is crying here
Washing over me,
kissing my weakness like butterfly rain singing
alone
watching for an opening to the world we always promised you'd belong
one day
one day, everything
will change and become something.
One day, things won't be so bleak
and strength is crying here,
the falling drops of inspiration,
inspiring freedom and loneliness and wildness, wrapped
up as one:
do you miss me?
But you don't love me.
Farther we'll go before it becomes
clouds of butterfly wings, broken
on the ground, in puddles of misery
and far too much dull monotony
the colours all sucked dry from too many tears
drowned in all the

FollowedThe hurt
The burning
Whether the urges
Or
The memories
It's all eating away at me
Both broke a part of me
I don't really know
Which part is worse off
Maybe memories of you
Followed by tears of blood
Or
Maybe the urges
Followed by crimson puddles
It's getting too hard
I'm falling fast
Faster than I can fly

I am the one whose life story is an unknown tragedy
I am like a twisted black and white image
I am a nightingale trapped inside a cold iron cage
I am a fragile rose which gets cut by the Scissors of heartless society
I am the caring beast which gets attacked by people
I am autumn in the heart of an invisible spring
I am the one tired of this world and it's meaningless checkpoints
I am the one who shouts if we don't live like humans what's the point?
I am the one Tired of being best and getting nothing in life's bitter end

I am the one who hears the universe's sorrow sound
I am the one who is grief bound
I am the one whose words ma

At SeaWords are all she hears
Whistled through the autumn leaves
"I miss you," echoes in her ears
As she pulls down her sleeves

A sinking feeling she has,
That he is no longer hers
Yet she walks
As the path ahead begins to blur

A smile she wears
Never letting on
She's lost, only to wander
Knowing all she has might soon be gone

Never understanding
All that she could be
A misplaced soul
With her heart out at sea

Till This Dream Is OverHold me my sweet darling
At least till this night ends
For when this dream is over
I'll be alone again
Now, whisper words of love
A feeling I'll never know
Oh, just saying the words....
Brings upon such woe
Just one last request
Kiss me just once more
I swear I'll be quiet now
Thats the last that I'll ask for
So just lay beside me
Before your pulled away
It's almost morning now
Time to start the day

A Creaking GateIt matters not if sunshine is cast, or the moon falls.

If there is an absent breeze, or abrupt stream of gust.

Whether there are sweetened scents, or fallowed breath.

Iron.

Steel.

Wood with latched gates vicariously hum equal morbid melody.

Has one let their on mind run astray, held captive by it?

Conjured from an adolescent mind or apparition in ancient psyche?

Heard children sing and dance as they watch in torment.

Place your hands over the gate, and let it creek.

Whispers impending a oracles foresight into planes un-traveled.

Reality bends at the sound, wrapping your mind and light fades.

The creaking drones out slow, physics a

Not AfraidI'm not afraid to tell you
I miss you
I'm not afraid to show you
I love you.

I'm not afraid to
Let you inside, past the walls.
Nor could I be afraid,
To kiss you in public.

I am not afraid to be,
Loved.
I am not afraid to,
Hate.

Nor could I be afraid,
To tear out a heart,
And take a bite.
For tearing out mine.

Love?My eyes leak a silvery blue
As my blood drips crimson true
My heart taps in my chest
Breath stopping to the rest
Of the broken heart
That was ripped apart
You said you'll always stay
And never even go away
But it was a lie

I used to sit alone
Waiting by the phone
For you to call
As I stared at the wall
Thinking you would,
Knowing you could
Just talk to me
And that we
Could meet up somewhere
And we could share
A pleasant day with each other
And smile at each other forever

I was wrong as it figures
But your scent still lingers
On the things that you touched
Never knowing how much
I still want you
Deep down I believe it

Always on my mindEvery time my eyes open or close,
Every time I blink,
Whenever I can or can't see,
I can always see you.

Every time I take a nap,
Every time I go to sleep,
Whenever I lay down to rest,
I always dream of you.

Every time I pick up a crayon or marker,
Every time I decide to paint or draw,
Whenever I see a blank canvas,
I always picture you.

And I just want you to know that every time I think, I think only of you. Because you are always on my mind.

Spellbound"Spellbound"

They'll slice down your throat until you choke on your blood

They'll envelop your lungs while you drown like a flood

They'll cut at your limbs and smash all your bones

They'll rip your frail skin from your head to your toes

They run all your days; They foster your lives

They make decisions on who lives or dies

They'll influence you to choose between sides

They are always watching wherever you hide

So you can kiss your protection and privacy goodbye

As you struggle to cope with who, what, and why

And you and I both know fate has no place

In the fight for supremacy, name, age, and race

They battle each other for the ri

Day In The Life"I thought I was a bad cutter."
Drive the knife in,
"Like oh my God,
You're completely covered,
I only have a few light scars"
Twist it around

Thank you,
I needed another reminder
That I am a freak
That wearing short sleeves and Capri's
Is against the rules for a girl like me
Someone like you should at least
Sort of understand,
Maybe you're jealous that I cut more
Or deeper, but it is NOT something I'm proud of
Maybe you're just shocked that someone can
Do this much damage to themselves
But honestly I've seen worse
Maybe you just want to have something
In common and that's all you could think to say
But it hurts like d

Drip. Drip. Drip.DRIP. DRIP. DRIP.

I lean back into the white bathtub with a content sigh. The bath is filled halfway, covering the majority of my body. The rush of adrenaline that comes with the sense of control and power, that comes whenever I grab hold of my razor and cut myself, appears, but it is slightly different, stronger than before. Nonetheless of its differences, I like it.

DRIP. DRIP. DRIP.

The sound of my blood hitting the bath water leaves me strangely satisfied, and it makes a both haunting and thrilling melody to my sick ears. 'Why haven't I cut this deep before?' I think to myself. The water in the tub is quickly turning red.

DRIP. DRIP.

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I Miss it

by ~Chocolate-Wood, Jun 30, 2012, 6:18:07 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I miss it,
My razor.
I miss the blood running down my arm
I miss the feeling
I miss the pain
The pain that never really hurt.
But most of all,
I miss the control I had,
How it allowed me to let go
Let go of everything in my entrapped mind.
I miss it.

I Miss itby ~Chocolate-Wood

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

©2012-2013 ~Chocolate-Wood

I miss it... Im gonna do a 'secret' submission that will give more detail into it, but i miss cutting... i miss it a lot...
Credit to Justin for this, as he was the base of this poem. A lot of the things I write may be credited to him in the upcoming months or so.

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~hermafrodite May 11, 2013

i know i should just come clean about cutting my hand on pourpose its not like half the people i know would give a shit

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~ZombieCore1495 Jul 3, 2012 Professional Writer

Justin likes this. He is proud of Jenn Jenn as well

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~Chocolate-Wood Jul 3, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Hahah Thanks

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~Ashwolf13 Jul 2, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

I know how you feel. Its almost like an addiction, isn't it?

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~Chocolate-Wood Jul 2, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

It is. Its a horrible, horrible addiction.

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~Ashwolf13 Jul 2, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

yes. The want for it never really goes away.

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~Chocolate-Wood Jul 2, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Which really sucks a big one.

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~Ashwolf13 Jul 2, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

yes it does

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~SquidilyPie Jul 1, 2012 Student Writer

I'm going to let you in on a little secret: find something to fill the void. Whenever I have the urge to cut, I drink water. It isn't nearly as fulfilling, but it helps. I hope you can find a 'filler' and I hope it helps. Just know you aren't alone, okay?

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