SavannahIvy

Remember when we'd meet, at the playground set? Beneath summer's heat? We'd swing and try to touch the sky. Scream with smiles, our voices so high. Climb in trees, and swing our feet. Lay on the branches, under cover of leaves. In summer's heat. Remember, we'd meet at the slide? And lay in the tunnel. Close our eyes and watch hours go by. And when we'd walk on the train tracks, hand in hand. We'd swing our arms, and never look back.

Look into my eyes Deep within my soul And all you see is pain For the Love you never gave I screamed out loves name in vain As you lied silent there before me

what it would be like to be loved? With the tears you cry freeze running down your cheek? What it would be like to be loved and not go from week to week with the scars of all the lies told visible on your wrists? Ever wish that you could just end it all right now? Never have to face this misery agian and leave forever? Forgetting all the blood and the pain. And the tears that fell throught the wasted years of your life

Looking back on the days you were here, the nights we talked and shared our tears. Our bleeding wrists, our broken hearts. Unforgiven ways to depart. The days we met, the times we laughed. All of this put in the past. But as I promised unto you my heart will go on and become a new

Unwilling to live, Unable to die. All her life has been a lie. Her friends, family, and peers building up over the years, this has brought many tears. She will not let the world see. No light upon her face will there be, revealing her true identity. To let one know of her true innerself brings thoughts of faults. The pain of rejection fills her mind, already flooded with the lies of time. So overwhelming all of these thoughts; All at once she cannot take it in, this will slowly bring the end

Bitter sweet rain, Flowing down, Slicing the vein, And hitting the ground, Sweet sorrow tears, Flowing down, Devouring my fears, As I cry out loud, Sugar lilly blood, Streaming down my wrists, Beautiful as it runs, Like a lover's last kiss...

103 new cuts tonight I took a picture- just for you. They tell some stories So sit and lisen I'll read them- just for you. #86..my favorite Nice, deep and true. This one tells me all is lost Never to run back to you. #23, just a small one now I see no life in your future Sunless, empty but still crampt. of course those pesky Endless days of torture. #46 was the worst runs from thigh to thigh Tells us of the everlasting moments That make us want to die. #8- a unique one thats for certain Shaped like a heart, I think you would know what it was for I carved it with but a dart. Here we are at 54 To get to the last tale Th

As she pulled out her oh-so-familiar box of razorblades and other sharp objects, she felt a tear escape from her eye and slither down her face. She couldnt believe she had sunk so low in life. She couldnt believe she hated herself because of love. She grabbed her sharpest razorblade and slid it with force across her arm. "One is for how many times I gave myself to you..." Another tear fell from her eye. She cut herself again. "Two is for the kisses I thought meant something too." She kept the repitition of the blade against her skin. "Three is for the presents and the gifts you got from me. Four is for all that times I said 'Its meant to be'.

On the wrist On the neck or anywhere on my own im not comiting sucide im not even attempting its just the pain Pain adding up building up forming inside me the ache of this unfit heart broken given smashed freed and the torture cuts adding, mulitiplying even to inflict physical pain to release emotional pain The blood dribbles off flowing carelessly on my clothes or in the air or on the floor drying away a stain of my pain it scars up but the pain inside of me crawls around never wanting to go away some part of me begs it to leave some part of me pleads it to stay But the cuts... ...my cuts...... will stay wi