she was a beautiful girl with big blue eyes
hiding her secrets of hurt and lies
she wore sweaters every single day
hoping the scars would just fade away
so tonight she'll go home
and cut her wrists till they go numb
she'll let the blood surround her
scream your name and cry
and wait until she'll dies
& As she blows out the candles on her cake she wishes for death.
I've figured out a way to twist reality.
Just take a ton of drugs & never go to sleep and
re-rent the saddest movie that you've ever seen.
Push all your friends away with the cruel things that you said,
and if you need company, you've got the voices in your head.
Today i fell. It felt better just knowing this matters.
I just feel stronger and sharper; found a box of sharp objects,
what a beautiful thing.
i look so {{.alive.}}
i know you'd never guess
that i'm completely dead inside
All alone,or in twos
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
Some gathering together in bands
The bleeding hearts and the artists
Make their stand
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers
Wall
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Shes tastes like death
And sings like sirens.
Shes tragically perfect.
Shes dances like hate
And smiles like car crashes.
Shes fatally beautiful.
IN MY FIRST YEAR OF
ELEMENTARY SCHOOL,
MY TEACHER SHOWED ME
A PICTURE OF AN APPLE
&& TWO ORANGES.
&& ASKED ME TO PICK
THE ONE THAT DIDN`T
BELONG..&& WHAT THEY
TAUGHT WAS THAT BEING
DIFFERENT WAS [WRONG]
WHEN REALLY, IT'S NOT
she`s wishing that
someone could notice
the insecurities behind her smile
&& the tears behind her eyes
She's such a pretty little thing
but when they give her compliments
she just wants them to shut up.
because no matter what,
shes still not good enough for him
Who I was last year &
Who I am this year
Are 2 totally different people.
So stop getting them confused.
she turns around &&
walks away hoping that maybe
the world will take her out of her pain
&& just let her die
&& the lovesick rejection that
accompany the company I keep
all the razor perception that
cuts just a little too deep
hey i can bleed as well as anyone,
but i need someone to help me sleep...
oh my good old friend
i see you chanced your arm again
you cut your arm again
the therapist looked at the girl
with a puzzled face && asked,
"what do you do when your life
feels like it's falling apart?"
the girl looked at him and replied,
"i try to kill myself."
you make believe
that nothing is wrong until you're crying
I look at you &&
motherfuckingassholeihopeyoufuckingdie
comes to mind.
keep your head up
your colors are beautiful
when they say give up
just turn up your radio
if you play dumb, then i'll play tragic
&& you can break me like a bad habit ..
I've entered your pain and written my own ending
I'm guilty but flawless
If this is justice, I'm your jury
The chamber is loaded
And now I have the shotgun riding shotgun
Looking at the fragile pieces of
Her broken mirror, she finally
Saw what she really looked like;
Shattered with permanent scars.
you taste like self destruction.
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Do you ever just get that feeling where you dont want to talk to anybody
You dont want to smile and you dont want to fake being happy...
But at the same time you, dont know exactly whats wrong
one girl . one guy
one mistake . one lie
one world . it died
I’m not okay; so stop asking me if I am
Sticks and stones may break her bones but words could make her cut herself to death
So cut me up like paper & bend me into what you want me to be
Write me off, give up on me
Cause darling, what did you expect
I'm just off a lost cause
a long shot, don't even take this bet
I wrote a song for you,
But the words are blurred,
The tape is smashed ,
And my voice sucks...
Maybe her laughter is a cry for help
Or her precious smile is a symbol of her insecurities…
pull the plug on romance
cause the sparks just aren't there.
another day passes, as the night closes in.
the red light goes on to say it's time to begin.
i see the man around the corner waiting,
does he see me?
i close my eyes & wait to hear the sound
of someone screaming.
a gut wrenching fever
addicted to death
you don't give a fuck
if it means your last breath
here we go now, break a leg.
no, i mean it literally this time around.
i'm sick of you leaning on me.
so hide your pathetic face. hide your pathetic scars.
hide your little pathetic life. but sooner or later,
you're going to fall & nobody will be there. because
as much as you'll wish that you're not,
you'll still be hiding.
& this is all you'll ever earn. this little pin,
so carefully adorned, on your oh so perfect
stainless shirt with the sleeves pulled down
to hide the hurt.
i just feel as empty as the lungs of those waiting in the womb.
do you feel as empty as the lungs of those waiting to come
into this world where being beautiful means being used?
revenge is sweet & i'm sipping at my poison
watch me fault her
you're living like a disaster
she said, "kill me faster"
with strawberry gashes all over all over
a killer with the perfect weapons;
crystal eyes and a heart of coal.
10 shaking fingers trace my
9 fading scars. They run over the
8 new open wounds. Within
7 minutes, I start losing my sight, and
6 times I almost blacked out.
5 more minutes and I know i'll be gone. The
4 pillows propping me up start to fall.
3 tears slip down my cold cheeks from
2 red eyes. But after all is said and done,
1 more chance would have killed me faster
she's the back-up plan
to his perfect romance
different (n.) 1. Unlike in form, quality, amount, or nature; dissimilar 2. distinct or separate 3. various or assorted 4. differing from all others; unusual
Don't worry, i'll be fine.
I promise you won't ever see me cry.
I'll walk around like everything's okay, dying inside from all of the pain.
She strolls so slowly with her ball and chain.
The cling clang chatters patterns with the patter of rain.
Stares in the mirror cracked in seven different ways.
With holes in her umbrella dripping on her face.
but if youre playing with a gun,
well, you could kill someone,
and in the dark its hard to know a friend.
she's not the kind of girl who
likes to tell the world how
she feels about herself
She finally let go of her fake smile
and the tears slowly rolled down her face
as she whispered to h e r s e l f
+*I don't want to be me*+
Broken, bruised, forgotten, sore
- too fucked up to care anymore_
I'm kinda like Barbie, only without the huge plastic boobs.
I've got some fake friends.
Everyone thinks that I can do everything.
I've always had to pretend to be strong with that permanent smile on my face.
I've gotta endure people's shit and act like everything's fine.
They talk about me when I'm right there acting like I can't hear them.
People hate me because they only think I'm perfect.
But I'm not.
I'm just like you.
Maybe with a more fucked up life than the average girl
but I'm still like you.
I just have a better way of hiding things.
So yeah, I guess that does make me Barbie then.
UGLY you'll never get a man
no one wants a FAT girl.
don't EAT that. BAD girl.
you're DAMAGED. not
SKINNY enough. FUCKED
in the head. no one WANTS
you. you THINK too much.
you're too INDEPENDENT.
you could be so much
BETTER if you were like her
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We're all stars in the dope show.
My face hurts..I think it's from all of the fake smiles & laughter.
My head hurts..from going around in circles as to why I hate myself so much.
My arms hurt..cause I can't stop cutting away at the veins.
My legs hurt..from running away from my unsolved problems.
My eyes hurt..from crying myself to sleep night after night.
My hands hurt..from praying to God that this feeling will go away someday.
My throat hurts..from all of this screaming inside of me.
My whole body aches in pain & I don't understand why.
All of these things I can handle, but the worst hurt of all is the one in my heart.
cus the pain in my heart is the one that won't ever go away.
That is the pain that I'm stuck with. The heart of a girl who is barely alive..
while no one even notices..
it wasn't a suicide attempt ;; it was an escape from
everything awful.
Tell me why can’t I be beautiful so you would want to save me..?
Maybe her laughter is a cry for help
Or her precious smile is a symbol of her insecurities..
So on those days home in your car, we jerked the
steering wheel to the median joking that we'd end
our lives, but we weren't joking all the time.
Would you love me the same as her
if I took my clothes off too?
aren’t I gorgeous with makeup running down my face
and my bra on the floor?
You know, there's too many buttons in the world. There's too many buttons and they're just...there's way too many just begging to be pressed, they're just begging to be pressed, you know? They're just - they're just begging to be pressed, and it makes me wonder, it really makes me fucking wonder, why doesn't anyone ever press mine? Why am I so neglected? Why doesn't anyone reach in and rip out the truth and tell me
Yeah, I might feel defeated and I might hang my head.
I might be barely breathing but I'm not dead.
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to be nobody but yourself
in a world which is doing it's best,
night and day, to make you everybody else,
means to fight the hardest battle,
which any human being can fight,
and never stop fighting.
She cuts her wrist to watch it bleed
Hoping someone will save her
too much drama up in this fake hearted school.
[ the preps ; the goths ; the less-than-cool ]
where it starts && stops; who's to define?
who's to be trusted && where to draw the line.
not even makeup could make her
look beautiful ;; because real
beauty is loving herself___&&
that's something she can't do.
i n g r e d i e n t s:
courage, sacrifice;
d e t e r m i n a t i o n
commitment, toughness,
heart, talent, & guts...
that's what little girls are
made of. the heck with
sugar & spice
wipe a tear
& crack a smile
you’ve just commited
the perfect crime
faked them all
they didn’t know
you’re dying inside
you'll get what you deserve.
This barrel is pointed towards your face so
stop crying now.
Stop looking so innocent.
Tell me is something eluding you sunshine?
Is this not what you expected to see?
If you'd like to find out whats behind these cold eyes?
You'll just have to claw your way through the
Diguise
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"And there are kids playing guns in the street
and one is pointing his tree branch at me
so I put my hands up, I say, enough is enough
if you walk away, I'll walk away
and he shot me dead" –Bright Eyes
another dead end street.
another love gone wrong.
another shattered dream.
always the same old love song.
It's a night life that gets them off
So desperately they wait for
the excuse of love
We move like vampires
& we love like killers
We all die like infants
& we trust like mirrors
Slow suicide, like it or not,
it's what we do.
we were gonna bust a move;;
but we're much too white.
think of me as you undo her dress.
i hope you hear my voice as you kiss her neck.
& as lust is screaming for release,
i hope to god you`re remembering me
its like having 10,000 spoons
when all you need is a knife
its like meeting the man of your dreams
then meeting his beautiful wife...
I've felt like suicide a dozen times or more.
But that's the easy way out.
That's the selfish way out.
The hardest part is to get on with your life.
Calling all cars, all coroners, we've got a dead one here.
Its the diamonds && the pills,
Its the glamour that kills.
Be optimistic. All the people you hate now, are eventually going to die.
Tonight my lungs are hanging from a telephone wire
Choking on the broken digits of a dial tone.
And it makes me sick to think about all those dirty things
And the pictures in my head
You should have slit my throat instead
It would have made more sense
We wouldn’t have this mess
The blood would dry but the lies you hide
Were rotting your insides.
This feels like everybody knows a secret I don’t
These malicious grins and whispering
A vicious plot to kill what’s left of me.
I’m a fake
I’m entirely made out of plastic
I’m a fake
I’ll destroy almost anything delicate
I’m a fake
Make you think that everything’s perfect now
I’m a fake, I’m a fake.
And I’ve been found out
Every time you almost died
I chased your soul to the sky
And brought it back to you
Before your body knew that it was gone
Every cut that didn’t scar
I know exactly where they are
I wear them all for you
Your skin is such a nicer tissue,
I traded my skin for your scars.
I don’t want to hear that I’m beautiful;
I want to believe that I am
Preach all you want, but who's gonna save me?
I keep a gun in the book you gave me,
Hallelujah, lock && load
She slit her wrists for attention in 2006.
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