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May Birthdays - part 3 by SkyAndNatureClub, journal
May Birthdays - part 3
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:star: Here are our members' birthdays in May !!
Go visit their pages , and wish them a HAPPY BIRTHDAY !! :love: :party: :dance: :cake:
May 14th
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One. Two. Three. Four. by Echoes-Sounded, literature
Literature
One. Two. Three. Four.
One.
One razor blade.
One wrist.
One life.
One way out.
Two.
Two different meds.
Two packets for each.
Two lives.
Hanging in the brink.
Three.
Three people.
Three friends.
Three hearts to break.
The sorrow never ends.
-
This is the way i save my soul.
From the pain, the suffering.
And woe untold.
I can't continue in a world filled with hate,
For those who are different,
Or with poor mental state.
One.
Two.
Three.
-
Four.
Four tablets down.
Seems like a hundred to go.
They burn my throat.
As i try not to choke.
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One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
-
I do not regret,
These desicions i've made.
My mind is set,
The goa
Suicide. by Echoes-Sounded, literature
Literature
Suicide.
She hadn't eaten in two days. Two days of no one being around. No one caring when she didn't reply. Or if she wasn't even seen. But that's how life is now. When you feel numb inside, it shows externally, like a beacon, signalling loss of hope of redemption or forgiveness.
She hadn't eaten in two days, but the cuts never ceased. Self-harm, a way of giving temporary strength to put up the facade of being 'ok'. Others walked by oblivious, as she sat at the lunch table alone, long sleeves even in the heat of summer. A sad smile playing on her lips when spoken to, which was rare anyway.
Others saw her as the little loner girl. The
Reflection by Sasurealian, literature
Literature
Reflection
Cold and smooth is the surface of glass, but it doesn't have a color,
and it hides the naked truth unlike any other
You look so innocent in the truth, but it really, truly lies,
'cause the person that it sees right now hardly can comply
The glowing glass holds the image of you, but all it sees is perfection
you like to tease it is the truth, though it is only your reflection
Blinded by beauty is the mirror to only notice features
it compares you to the rest, lower than a creature
It can't see your pain inside, or understand your feelings
and you know as you move on, it's yourself you're slowly killing
You let out a cry of pain as yo
Cutter's Rules by I-AM-KAI, literature
Literature
Cutter's Rules
I thought the words I wrote down,
Had me on the mend,
But like all good things,
This too must end.
It's time this suicidal poet,
Swapped her pen for her blade,
After all the cutter's rules,
Must always be obeyed.
So now I'll say a fond farewell,
A sad so-long and sweet goodbye,
And know that as I leave you all,
It's crimson tears I cry.
What can I say my friends?
Thanks so much - it's been a blast!
As I lift this cold dead metal,
And take this sorry life at last.
