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She sat in her room,
The cold wooden floor touching her jeans.
She traced her wrist,
The place that was so tempting,
Her demons whispered to her,
She's caving,
She picks up a near by maker,
Red,
Like the blood she sheds,
And on her wrist she writes,
With sloppy, unstable handwriting,
"To Write Love On Her Arms"
But she doesn't stop inking her arm,
The pain has yet to leave,
"TWLOHA"
She writes, still the handwriting is shaky,
'Once more' She thinks,
And in large, cursive letters,
She writes,
"LOVE"
She caps the maker and begins to cry,
She had never been so proud of herself.
The cold wooden floor touching her jeans.
She traced her wrist,
The place that was so tempting,
Her demons whispered to her,
She's caving,
She picks up a near by maker,
Red,
Like the blood she sheds,
And on her wrist she writes,
With sloppy, unstable handwriting,
"To Write Love On Her Arms"
But she doesn't stop inking her arm,
The pain has yet to leave,
"TWLOHA"
She writes, still the handwriting is shaky,
'Once more' She thinks,
And in large, cursive letters,
She writes,
"LOVE"
She caps the maker and begins to cry,
She had never been so proud of herself.
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TWLOHA
I see the pain her eyes,
the pleading look for forgiveness
of herself and others.
I want to help, I want to be the one
that will show her there is rescue,
that recovery is there.
I want to hide the sharps
paint the walls white again.
Clean up the blood and
kiss her goodnight.
I want to kiss her scars away
I want to write love on her arms.
Show her she is more then she knows
that she deserves better
I want to make the pain go away
chase her demons back to hell
fight for her in ways
that no one else had.
Shes slipped through the cracks
ignored by everyone
I want to save her
show her we care
Make her want to live
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Who I Want to Be
My head
My heart
My friends
But who do I listen to?
I want to be me
But I'm scared
Not scared of the future
Not scared of today
But scared of loss
Of losing the ones I love
I'm scared
That they won't accept me
Love me
Care about me anymore
I don't care about society
I don't care about my parents
I should
I could
But I don't
And I could say I want them all to drop dead
All the ones who don't accept me for me
But I know
I would be sending many of the ones I love
My friends
On a one-way trip to hell
But I'm tired of hiding
Tired of running
Tired of not being able to be me
But if I am me
And no one accepts me
Am I s
Literature
Faking emo
Everyone thinks its so trendy to be emo,
To slash their wrists, and pretend to be bi,
To write bad poetry and listen to bad songs,
But they don't know what its like to need it.
She doesn't cut to be part of a trend,
She doesn't show it off, and makes sure to hide it
Behind thick bracelets and long sleeves.
These "emo kids" wear too much black makeup
So that everyone will know when they cry
Because thats the in thing to do right?
And the ones that can't cry in class
Draw big tear drops in eyeliner on their cheeks
Like the stupid, fucking posers they are.
But she cries more than they will ever know,
Sitting at the back of the clas
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I manly wrote this because I have been there, done that. I also many people who have as well, or still fighting. I wrote this because there was a time, when I felt the only strength I had, was a Sharpie that would stain my skin with "To Write Love On Her Arms", "TWLOHA" or "Love" and it's what got me through each day. Remember to believe in yourself. Believe that things will get better. Hope for yourself. And not keep these painful thoughts from people. Because as much as you think that no one would miss you, I want you to think about your best friend, significant other, mom, dad, brother, sister, child, aunt, uncle, cousin, ect. Because these are the people that it would impact. Get help. Talk. And remember that there is at least One person who loves you.
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It's an uphill battle I know...But the pride and the confidence boost when you realize that you just won a battle and knowing that hope is possible and REAL...it's worth the struggle. =')