poems and raps by me... not ordered

[flybat3]

wrote this on my bday
im 16
caught in between
my disire to stop
and my disire to chop
my arms to peices
this urge within never ceases
I hate this torture
thoughts fightin in my head
yelling at me to cut myself dead
this sucks
my brains all mucked
up inside
and ontop of that its my bday
thats all I have to say

Why I write
Read what Ive writen
in case ur forgetin
that I cut
I've put myself in a rut
if I do not stop
I will be put in jail by a cop
or a loony bin
where I will conitue to sin
they may keep me there forever
forever teetherd
in my head
remmber what I write
so you dont have to fight
the same thing

[flybat3]

No more sanity
I've lost my sanity
look at me
cant you see
these scars
dont be alarmed
i just self harmd
It didnt bleed to much
please dont touch
just look
at my emotions displayed like a book
it took awhile to make
these cuts that shine so well
perhapes i'll go to hell
like i care
Im sorry for scaring u so bad
I dont think this is rad
But its my addiction
my perscription
for this hell im in
Im insane

[flybat3]

older poems...begining of cutting

Anger
Anger boiling over
Anger being pushed
into my skin
blood comes out
than sweet relief
than guilt
than sleep
pain

Pain
I scratch my arm
blood makes a river
mini and small
all of a sudden
insane happyness
than pain
warmth
than nothing
my crazyness
i suppose ignorance is bliss
So why cant i slit my wristes
So sick of feeling like this

thats it for today...I might look thro my journals tommarow for more poems and such that i have writen.

[flybat3]

i suppose no one is going to reply.

[butterfly525]

Hmm sorry that no one has replied. They're very good and they really capture some of the emotions associated with self harming. Also I have never before seen any raps on here so that was cool to read them. Take care and keep writing!

[flybat3]

Hauntings
end these memories from the past
these hauntings seem to last
forever
over and over inside my mind
theses demons runing around and not being kind
cuz these memories have put me in a bind
I wish to find
a way to destroy my pale white ghosts
to become the host
of my body again
and than I shall grin
as the memories leave.

thanks for the reply

[flybat3]

the highs are high
the lows are low
round and round i go.

[flybat3]

Trapped

trapped inside my head
wishing I was dead
how long will it last
these memories from the past
soak my brain in acid
burn them all away
so that I might be considered sane today
im trapped

[flybat3]

Sanity
sanity is fleeting
my hearts still beating
the scars that tell
you of my private hell
the pain
that nearly drove me insane
but i stand here in the rain
trying to find a end to my pain

[flybat3]

Holes
there are holes in my soul
wich takes a tole on my spirit
can you hear it
can you see
I dont want to be me
So buy me a new soul today
before my body rots away

[flybat3]

Really sharp
A tempting thing
Zig zag cuts
GOing insane
Red bringer

Broken
Little
At night
Dangerous
Extremly sharp

[tigerlily]

I enjoyed these poems/raps. I thought they were more original than a lot of the stuff in the creative corner. The way you used rhythms and rhyming was really good. They're like song lyrics as well as rap. xxxx

[Wakeful Dreamer.]

Those were so heartfelt, and very enjoyable. *hugs* Loved the emotion in them.

[flybat3]

triggering suicide and such

Death by Blade
grab the blade
hissing madness
grab the blade
push it in
pull it out
bleed
in and out
repeat, repeat
again again
red spray
opps your gone

creative suicide
slash your wrist
again again
continual bliss
puddles congealing on the floor
oh look at all the gore
on broken wings you bleed
about your neck lies a rope
your dead twice
your skin as cold as ice
who's to find you and who's to care
that your hanging there in the air
your just a shell of your former self
hanging below your closet shelf
as you die you hear a scream
oh crap you think
could it be?
Its your 13 year old sister screaming
and as you die
she cries
congradulations shes traumatized now

[flybat3]

cutting
I sit in my room
poreing crimson
onto the carpet
I taste sour ice breakers
I hear music
I see blood
I smile
the blade shimmers in the lamp light
I stop and turn off the light
I lay on my bed
in the dark
the blood staining the sheets
the warmth of my pain
feels nice
I slip into a pain induced sleep
all is well
i am at peace

[siffa]

your work is very refreshing to read, its very different. I enjoyed especially "creative suicide" and "death by blade". You are very talanted. I really like the imagery in "cutting" also. thanks for sharing these.

[flybat3]

Im nothing specail......thanks for reading.

[siffa]

Quote:

Originally Posted by flybat3

Im nothing specail......thanks for reading.

consider the possiblity that you could be special, and post more please

[flybat3]

given up
Ive given in
Im toren up from within
Ive fallen into sin
Ive had enough
I swear to God im not that tough
Im so messed up
inside my head
I wish i was dead
someone kill the urge inside my head
someone stab me and leave me for dead
I give up

[flybat3]

pain is nothing
blood is everything
self harm leads to blood
blood leads to pain
pain leads to suffering
suffering leads to dispair
dispair leads to suicide
suicide leads to death