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A poem about selfharm.
By Chains Addiction
She's Hurting, What Would You Do?
I made this poem as a song but its great as a poem! hope you like it!
Based on the hit IGN Trailer, a farm boy must travel seven years in the past to save a kingdom from an evil force hell-bent on destroying it.
The pictures belong to IGN. This is based off of an April Fools Trailer made by IGN, not mine. Some of the events are mine, and some characters are...
By My Overactive Imagination
About my self-harming. Please leave me a little orange box. (Please no attacking me for self-harming)
By Shadow Of The Fire
In the mind of a Dreamer, you will see the nightmares...
I've been so close to my goals, my joy, to not letting the pain get to me. But in an instant, I'm thrown back on the row of despair, the mindset of suicide, the loss of all hope.
Two different people. One a man. One a girl. Both trying to escape the Italy of 1497, where it didn't matter if your blood was spilt. The girl soon betrothed and the man trying to save her. Will they teach each other in time that Forever only dies when you let if fade?
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he walked over to the televisions he had placed on his desk, all of which were hooked up to the CCTv cameras he had positioned in each of the rooms of his house. He surveyed the rooms on the screens and deciding that they were all empty, he unbolted his door.
By Gadzookziie Spice 99
A blade of deep frustration. About me and my self-harming.
Robert is a skilled assassin who is stealthy and just so happened to come across a target unlike all the others. He must kill an innocent girl, a teen he canâ€™t seem to terminate. She is baffled at the sight of a boy, not more than a year older than she was, holding a blade ready to kill...
A poem from a warrior's point of view during a battle.
Poetry | Updated Feb 11, 2011 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Illia is an assassin, trained to kill. But just once she is unlable to complete the job, with dire consequences. On the run from her allies, something far more sinister emerges, and Illia is the only one who can stop it....(I'm not great at summaries:))
So lonely, so gone. You don't even care if you're found. You've fallen in love with suicide, and now you're finally gone.
this is a poem i wrote to a frennn.. she wrote one to me so i replied with this
A sad, depressing poem expressing a pain many will understand. The pain and the unhealthy solution. Cutting.