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You Don't Know MeYou see that I listen.

You see that I do what others want.

But you don’t know me

You would know me if …

You knew how hard it was to pretend to be someone I'm not.

You knew how I feel sometimes that no one cares.

You knew how I was abused.

You see that I swear.

You see that I cry.

But you don’t know me

You would know me if …

You knew how I hide myself from others.

You knew how I cut to hide the pain.

You knew how I pretend to be happy.

You Don't Know Me

I'm empty without youI'm empty without you.
You're a piece of me,
And always will be.

I was whole
When you were here,
But you're no longer near.

The memories,
They shined liked a gem.
Now I can't escape them.

You left,
Why?
I can no longer cry.

All my tears are gone.
Dried up from so much crying.
I am no longer trying.

I am empty without you.
You took a piece of me
When you left.

Do you see me?Don't you see me?

You see the mask,
Never bother to ask
How I really feel.

You see the scars,
Look at them with disgust.
Never asking if I'm okay.

You see the sadness,
Confuse it with the madness.
And call me crazy.

You see the anger,
Mix it with danger.
And run away from me.

You see what's on the outside,
But not the inside.
So you don't really see me.

ADDICTEDI am addicted.

I am addicted to Hiding.

In my addiction, betrayal comes in the form of fakes.

In my addiction, I struggle to reveal myself.

I am addicted.

I am addicted to self-harm.

In my addiction, I am hiding my scars.

In my addiction, I’m in a constant battle with my razor blade.

I am addicted.

Just Another ScarI deserve it.
Every single infliction.
Every single slit.
My secret addiction.

Worthless.
I'm trapped, wanting to be free,
My flaws, my helplessness,
Nothing's good in me.

I'm a bad person.
I don't try to be.
But everything just seems to worsen,
I'm a failure, can't you see?

Blade against skin,
Blood against wrist.
The cut ever so thin.
Tears I must resist.

A bit too deep, I've gone too far.
Another sin confessed.
It's just another scar.
Just another scar to add to the rest.

BrokenForget the hopes that shattered,
In the midst of your despair.
Forget the world that mattered,
To the people who seem to "care".

Regret the actions you've taken,
And wish for an endless lie.
Regret the souls you have shaken,
When your heart of black did cry.

Weep for the hopeful,
And hopeless.

Forget the world that shattered
You into a million pieces.
Forget the hope that prospered,
Somehow in the creases.

Regret the souls you took away,
Dream for everlasting guilt.
Regret the actions you may
Have inflicted to the world you built.

Weep for the loved,
And loveless.

If I DiedWhat would you do if I died tomorrow?
Would you sit there and weep and sorrow?
Would you simply waste away the day?
Or would you tell yourself it would be okay?
Would you hold a picture of me close to your chest?
Or would you come and see me to pay your respect?
Would you listen to a song that brought me to mind?
Or would you go out and comit a crime?
Would you try your best to go on with life?
Or in grief, slit your wrist with a knife?
Would you light a candle every year on the day I died?
Or would you simply say "I miss you, and I wish you were here by my side"?

Set Me FreeYou Don't know how many times
The keyboard was stained with my tears
As I write pitiful rhymes
About my hopelessness and fear.

Writing about the past brings back too many memories.
Writing about my love is to painful to bear.
Writing about the dripping blood in secrecy -
I don't want it anymore, I swear.

Listening to songs of suicide,
Scribbling notes for that too,
Using bracelets and lies to hide
The pain, but I want to give it up for you.

Please....take me away,
Beat me, starve me, hate me,
I just don't want to stay,
Anywhere but here's where I want to be.

I want to be free from this mess.
From this curse.
From the people dragging me d

Already DeadI sit on the ground,
And steady my head.
It doesn't really matter.
I'm already dead.

I turn my arm up,
About to begin.
The voices are silenced
As the blade digs in.

First there's a pinch
Then the blood starts to explore.
Forming little red beads,
It soon starts to pour.

I laugh at the sight.
My arm starts to burn.
The monsters inside are dying,
And they start to squirm.

The feeling goes away.
There's a pounding in my head.
There's no hope for me.
I'm already dead.

Take me awayTake me away,
To a better place.
Somewhere safe.
Take me away!

For the hopeless;
For the helpless;
For the dreamers.
Take us away!

Somewhere with no pain;
No tears;
No fear;
Take me away.

Let us live
In a better place
Where there's peace.
Take us away!

Where there's no hate,
The pain is only a distant memory,
No more lies.
Take me away.

No more hurting;
No more abuse;
No more trying to fit in;
Take us away!

Take me away,
To a better place.
Somewhere safe.
Take me away.

Her Last DaysShe stared enviously down at the people bustling around. Her long brown hair falling over her shoulders, she wondered why she couldn't be like them. The answer was simple. She couldn't be like them because she had cancer and only seven days to live. The last four words kept repeating in her head. Seven days to live. With the news finally registering in her brain, she sunk to the floor and sobbed. All of her dreams and hopes were ruined. Just then, the door to her hospital room in Saint Jude's Children Hospital opened and in walked her doctor followed by a boy with dark black hair and grey eyes.
"Arrow, this is Danté." the doctor said while m

Before I fallBefore I fall,
Tell me that you'll catch me;
You'll be there for me.

No matter what happens,
You'll stay by my side.

When I yell,
And scream,
And shout at you,
All you do is say calming things.

Your love is all I need
To make my day.

One little smile,
One little heart,
And all the pain disappears.

So before I fall,
Let me know
That this love is true,
Because I love you.

Please Don't Leave MePlease Don't Leave Me

Me without you is like
Life with no rain
I'd be in so much pain.

Please Don't Leave Me

Don't listen to what they say.
You're perfect in your own way
I can't live without you for a day.

Please Don't Leave Me

A day without you is like
A lifetime with no sun.
There'd be no fun.

Please Don't Leave Me
I love you so much.

Walk One Mile in My ShoesI want you to walk one mile,
Just one, in my shoes.
I want you to see how you can hurt me,
I want you to see what goes on behind my masks.

I want you to know what it's like
When a person is rejected because they're different.

I want you to know how I feel
When people ignore me.

I want you to understand my pain
When people laugh at me.

I want you to walk one mile,
Just one, in my shoes.
I want you to see what happens when I pick myself up,
I want you to see the beauty in my life.

I want you to know how I express myself.
My words are like cold bullets.

I want you to know what I am capable of.
My strength is like steel.

I want

Perhaps SorrowPerhaps sorrow is not what I thought.
Perhaps it is really the color of gold.
Perhaps it feels to the touch like silk.
Perhaps it has the scent of crushed roses.

Perhaps I couldn't hang onto it, even if I tried.
Perhaps it would float away like the wind.
Perhaps it would hide like a shadow.
Perhaps it would fall through my fingers like water.

Perhaps sadness is an invitation, not the invitation I hoped for, not the gold-engraved invitation -- yet an invitation, nonetheless.

Perhaps it's inviting me to join it on an adventure.
Perhaps if I sat down with it I might learn more about myself.

It might say, "Hello, nice to meet you."
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Girl with the Scars

by ~thechosenonee1, Feb 16, 2013, 8:05:19 PM
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I am the happy one, who likes to have fun.

I am the hyper, crazy one, who might randomly laugh.

I am the defiant one, who would never follow the rules.

I am the one with the scars and their secrets.

I am the messed up one, who thinks no one cares.

I am the helpless one, who can’t change her past.

I am the hurt one, but much more hurt on the inside.

I am the one with the scars, and their angry message is a reminder of my weakness.

I am the strong one, who is determined to survive.

I am the dreamer, who imagines a different life, imagines a time when pain was only a distant memory.

I am the childlike one, who remembers when there wasn't a care in the world.

I am the one with the scars, but they are not me,

And one day their meaning will be that I survived and overcame the past

Girl with the Scarsby ~thechosenonee1

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~TheRealMe1996 Apr 15, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

everything you write is incredible. this describes my life too.

~thechosenonee1 Apr 15, 2013 Student Writer

Thank you so much!^_^

~TheRealMe1996 Apr 15, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

your welcome.

~wolfworld Feb 17, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Exacly like me....exactly what im like who i am and how i feel and my life, great piece of writing.

~thechosenonee1 Feb 17, 2013 Student Writer

I'm glad you can relate to something! And thank you ^_^

~wolfworld Feb 19, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I think alot of people can

Not many people admit it but actually i think there are more people with the same problem who think that not many do have the same problem out there....i think that made sense lol. Its very relateable, thank you for writing this

Your amazing! Your wlecome

~thechosenonee1 Feb 19, 2013 Student Writer

^_^

~MaxRideFlockLover12 Feb 17, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

this sounds just like me .-.

~thechosenonee1 Feb 17, 2013 Student Writer

Well I'm glad you have something to relate to (:

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