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Sticks and stonesSticks

"There isn't any left for you."

And stones

"What are you doing here? We don't want you here."

May break

"Your so emo! Why don't you just go in a corner and cut yourself?"

My bones

"You're so ugly! No one would go out with someone like you!"

But names

"You're so fat! I'm surprised you can still walk!"

will never

"You're so useless! Why don't you just die! No one will care anyway!"

hurt me....

If Words Hurt,Silence KillsYou don't have to say it
I'm not stupid
I can see you no longer want me
In your life
Your shiny,new life
A dozen times you've hurt me
Your words just like a knife
But this silence is a gun
I'm still real but now you're fake

So our friendship is done

It was fun
While it lasted
But it lasted so long
That I thought we'd be forever
I was wrong
All my dreams for the future have to change
Because you were in them
Turns out you never cared as much as I did,as much as I do
But that's the thing;I used to know you
And you DID care
Just not anymore
When God closes a door
He opens a window

But the window can't replace the memories

Murder Can Be FunDon't worry,dear
I'll just cut off your head
It won't hurt too much
And then you'll be dead

Calm down,my love,don't be afraid
I'll just kill you now with this knife's wicked blade

What could be scary about that?

Your blood will trickle in thin streams
From you,a few slightly pained screams
Then silence will descend
The blood will start gushing
And for you,it's the end

I'm LyingI say I'm ok but inside I'm dying
Blame allergies but really I'm crying
Tell you nothing's wrong
I'm lying

Smile like I'm happy
I'm really just faking
Behind this facade my heart is breaking
Maybe for a second you'll worry
I'll say I'm fine,everyone's favorite line
Then I must leave as my vision goes blurry

The sorrow begins anew

But I would
not want to bother you
I'll be right back,don't worry all's good
I'm lying

Everybody surrounds me,and it's so sick
They are vying
For my attention
Because it seems my life is perfect
The price of perfection-not worth it
I'll say I'm alright,I'm lying

Happy BirthdayI'll admit it-I'm sensitive
Lots of things have made me cry
But only you have made me want to die
So thanks a lot,and happy birthday,dearest brother

Cliched EmotionsGo away.

I don't want you here,sorrow
You just came by yesterday
And I'm expecting you tomorrow

Not only do you make me cry,
You make me feel so damn cliched
An emo teen,dissatisfied
I want to die

Depression,I hate how you make me feel
Because if I'm so stereotypical,how could I possibly be real?

SorryI know
There's no need to say it
I'm disgusting
Pathetic
And if you don't want me anymore,
I'll understand,just don't answer the door
And I won't come back again
I'm sorry,and thank you
You were a good friend
(You know...up until the end)

Its never been safe with usT H E . F I R S T . T I M E
It hurt. Killer. But all I could think was;
Deny,
deny.
Can I..
Deny?
Could I really be this way?
To a girl so much older than me..?

It took multiple seasons with crying myself to sleep-
"How could I lose her?" -
to know, it wasn't my fault.

It was dangerous. Unsafe. Blocked off territory I was stupid enough to go into.
Beaten and bruised, I cried. A lot. But I continued..

T H E . S E C O N D . T I M E
I was furious. I was jealous. I was stupid.
"Dating me, while loving your ex - boyfriend? Ridiculous."
Inflated egos ruined what could've been the best thing of my life.
She was happy, and bubbly and

SorryI say I'm sorry I'm falling down
I beg forgiveness as I drown
Holding on for dear life
To the weight,the gun,the blade of the knife
The need for you to love me
I'm sorry

Still CryingI try to write,my hands are shaking
I can't tell you,my heart is breaking
And with every smile that I'm faking
With every forced,choking breath I'm taking
I find these acted-out rituals are making
Me feel better,piece by piece
I'm regaining me

My hands still shake and my heart is shattered
My eyes are red and my body's battered
But it's over,I'm not dying anymore
So what am I still crying for?

Acid tearsTears run down like razorblades

They burn as they fall.
I watch my reflection in that-
dreaded mirror.
Blood followed Acid tears.
I love crying; I can harm-
without guilt.
Bleed; observe such a fickle substance.
Flow from my eyes and with it-
burn skin.
It's my secret; my eyes bleed.
I welcome it gladly as I watch-
myself burn.
I see it now, it's clear.
I'm finally the beautiful girl in that-
bloody mirror.

Help?What is this?
This emptiness
This lonelieness

Apparently,they all love me
But they don't see
How much it all hurts

I'm on the outside,looking in
Did I do something to deserve this?
Some horrible sin?

And I really hate to bother you
I know you've better things to do
But please show me how to be happy again

The Martyr"I'm not cold,"she said as she froze to death.

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Sticks and Stonesby ~IlanaNight

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©2011-2013 ~IlanaNight

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~thelostmoon Jul 12, 2011 Student Traditional Artist

YOU made me cry

very few things can make me do that SO inspirational

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~IlanaNight Jul 12, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Awww.....thank you

I'm glad you liked it so much.

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~thelostmoon Jul 12, 2011 Student Traditional Artist

No thank you And I really did

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~IlanaNight Jul 12, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

I'm very glad

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=Mishasfan May 28, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

This is true. I can relate to this piece.

Very true of how the world views people that are different.

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~IlanaNight May 28, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you.

I'm glad I made it relatable

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