so last time i wrote my journal i was talking about how me and sherlock had made up and started talking again and been babysitting my brother and sister together and everything was good and wed had random discussions about having a kid together and stuff like that, well since then me and sherlock have done more babysitting and joking on and the usual sort of things, i even managed to bite and bruise him for a change (although he did manage to bruise me worse than other times, this one started bleeding :'() anyway then we've had the weekend where we didnt talk as much partly because i had work and partly because he was spending time with peop
Your touch I crave,
But cannot obtain,
But youre still here,
So I cannot complain.
I accidentally
Brush my hand across yours.
All of my love
Through my touch I outpour,
Hoping you will notice.
But then again,
I hope you dont.
Somehow, I just know you wont
Return this love I have for you.
Here I sit just lost in my mind
wondering just what it would be like
To hold you, to touch you
to know you
You'd never see me in a crowded room
would never even catch your eye
But here I am
with a head full of dreams
and a heart full of emotion
That I'll just never understand
If I could only reach out
and brush this hand upon your flesh
Would you feel it?
would you even notice I'm alive?
Or would you simply feel a flutter
and nothing more?
Even if I could permeate a radiant glow
You wouldn't notice
I'd remain in these shadows
Solitaire in my mournful cries
My tears unnoticed
My heart a shameless relic
No, you'd never fee
You watch him from a distance
You love to see him smile
You wish one day he might be yours
If only for a while
You wish that you could tell him
To have the strength to say,
"I love you and I wish that you
Could feel the same one day!"
Your heart beats as he comes towards you
Only to walk on by
You try to tell yourself you don't love him
Try to believe your lie…
You wish, you dream, you hope, you pray
That you could be together
Maybe if you could make him see
That you two could last forever.....
Who will suicide hurt? by extremerebirth1, literature
Literature
Who will suicide hurt?
Empty and cold inside
Is this all that's left
This narration inside my mind
These thoughts
The ability to have these thought is the only thing keeping me alive
What would it be without them
No pain to think about
Nothing to worry about
I wouldn't need to cry anymore
I'd still be empty, but atleast I wouldn't have to know it
I can't cry anyway
There are no tears left inside
It's like my sorrow is too much to express
But would others cry
What about my parents, my friends, my one true love, would they cry
My parents wouldn't shed a tear
I have to friends to shed tears for me
For me, there exists no one true love
There is no lover to shed a te
I just want to die.
Oh please, allow me
To leave and to fly
Above the blue sea.
I just want to try
To save all of thee
Who fall and who cry;
But you cannot see
My will and my heart!
You're neglecting me
As well as my art.
No more will I be
The ghost that protects
Each of your beauties.
I, too, will neglect
Your so profound seas.
No one sees my soul;
Its brightness will be
Swallowed by the fools.
Oh God, I'm sorry
this is not a suicide note by camelopardalisinblue, literature
Literature
this is not a suicide note
what would change if i left?
would you wear your sadness
like a bullet-- raw and fresh and
slung, chafing, into solemn chambers;
or would you swallow it down
to poison your lungs,
steal your breath & dissolve
the remnants of me?
would you smoke yourself out,
a pyre of anger in one fist
smouldering with resentment--
unfueled but hot and bright and
burning our love to ashes;
or would you hang it,
trailing, coiled around your neck
where it will catch, untenanted,
on shards of me and tighten
to choke you?
would you throw in the towel
and jump, too, unfettered
without my soul;
or would you just breathe butterflies,
an exultation of relief and
I'm on my hands,
I'm on my knees.
You've got me begging,
Begging, please.
Please don't go;
Don't leave me here.
Just hold me close,
Don't hold her near.
You were my life;
My world;
My spark.
Now on my heart
You've left a mark.
It's a large mark;
A break, you see,
That's slowly dominating
All of me.
So now you walk;
You walk away.
Not knowing that
I will die today.
I carry this note hidden in my pocket
In case my suffering has been erased
Honestly, I hope no one will ever read it
It would mean my battles have gone to waste
Every time I see them it brings me memories
The faces of those who push me through
There are times in life there are too many answers
When only questions provide rescue
They all see the weight holding my heart down
My friends and family pursue my health
It makes me feel warm knowing that they're trying
But there are some things you have to do yourself
I realize it's selfish to end my own life
But I am not sure I can push through the pain
There is a reason I havn't signed
it’s like she’s toeing the edge of a cliff and
she’s smiling and she’s deadly
and you’re standing too far back to save her
and it’s just too late because she’s about
to jump.
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if you want a list of reasons not to commit suicide,
here it is.
1. you have two dogs that will miss you.
they were wagging their tails and smiling
last night when they took you to the hospital
and i couldn’t find the words to tell them
that they should be quiet.
2. you have a car that you cried when you got
and you roll the windows down and blast music
whenever you pick me up from school
and i’m sorry i nev