

DollDelicate stone, painted white, Porcelain face,eyes once bright, Played with hard, far too much, By hands that should not be allowed to touch, Light now gone from acrylic eyes, From a silent mouth, hear no cries, Cracks formed, dainty and thin, Allowing passage to the emptiness within, Should have been admired and held with love, But used as a toy, the games too rough, Pieced together again and again, An attempt at wholeness to regain, But fragile features are forever scarred, Far too visible, the missing shards,Doll


letterboxesBlonde, brunette, red or grey Emo, punk, chav or gay. Wrapped up , packaged, posted on, To which letterbox do you belong? Sorted by others every day, Placed within our most suitable tray. Labelled, postmarked, sent our way, Delivered to addresses without our say, In which envelope are you sent? Hooded top, via torment? Or dresses in black, near suicidal? Perhaps its student, in the county of idle? A letterbox for each and everyone, To which letterbox do you belong?letterboxes


ShadowA fleeting shadow, Forgotten and alone, Waiting eternally, Just to be known, There used to be light within the gloom, There used to be a hand to hold, There used to be warmth within the night, But now exists only the icy cold, A love long past, Still has its power, A grip so intense, It cannot lower, Memories trapped, Unable to find peace, Forever waking, Never at ease, With each passing day, With sorrow so intense, Colour began to fade away, A shell of grey took its place, Emptiness controllingShadow


Welcome to my life, rewriteWelcome to my life, Looking for the light, But it keeps going dark on me, Agony in my soul, Slowly losing control, Misery loves my company.Welcome to my life, rewrite
Its more than being sad, Its etched upon my heart, A sorrow that runs through and through, My hope is wearing thin, The storm keeps closing in, Im tired of feeling this damn blue.
And each day it gets harder and harder, To keep living this lie, To keep smiling when I want to break down and cry, I keep slowly dying.
I dont want to feel this anymore, I dont


sad suicidal seriesHave you ever Curled around a blade To let it Invaid your flesh Because feeling something Was better Than feeling nothing?sad suicidal series
I'm so sick Of everything This place Everyone here Please let me leave To end it all One step My happy fall
Deciding forever Your fate In one Single moment To end it all Stop the pain No hope Nothing to gain


From My WindowI watch them from my window.From My Window
Their laughter is my pain.
I sit and try to be happy,
but it's driving me insane.
The sorrow sinks down deeper deeper into my heart.
Their happiness and joy
are tearing me apart.
Their smiles are like poison,
sparkling wolf grins.
Their laughter of such innocence
wrenches out my sins.
Sitting here, I watch them,
with glazed and weary eyes.
Still trying to be happy
just once before I die.


Cold, Empty BedI shiver in the morning light, filtering across my bed. The echo of my beating heart reverberates off the empty walls. It reminds me of the loneliness I escaped in my dreams. Longing for solace, I roll to my right to drift back into fantasy, only to realize how cold it is without you by my side.Cold, Empty Bed
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'See the world in it's beauty and you will find your soul
You'll need no proof that you are special. You're part of something whole.
Thankyou so much for your support!
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'See the world in it's beauty and you will find your soul
You'll need no proof that you are special. You're part of something whole.
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'See the world in it's beauty and you will find your soul
You'll need no proof that you are special. You're part of something whole.
Thank you
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