StupidYou tell me that I should stop.Stupid by ~ShadowColorAcid
That I'm just being stupid.
You say you understand.
But do you really?
Do you see the monster I see every day?
The one in the mirror, always smiling.
Do you see the scars left on my cheeks from my tears?
The ones I caused from the words spoken.
Do you see the stitches on my mouth?
The ones I have sowed onto myself.
Do you see the blood on my hands?
The ones seeping into my skin.
You still claim to understand me?
You know nothing.
You're the one who's stupid.
My Sister, My JoyWhen I was about four, I realized how much I loved being dancing. I would dance to any music that enjoyed, from classical to rock. I would twirl, I would pop, I would to anything to express the way I felt when listening to music. Every time my sister walked by, she would stare at me like I was insane, which I always awkwardly walk away at.My Sister, My Joy by ~ShadowColorAcid
When I was six, I realized I loved to draw. My emotions and thoughts were poured onto thin pieces of paper. People marveled at them and told me I was wonderful artist, that the time I believed them. My sister would just walk away and say that she didn't want to hurt my feelings if she did look.
When I was
Tell UsHow can you look at yourself?Tell Us by ~ShadowColorAcid
How can you stand by?
How can you just listen?
How can even smile?
How can you be yourself?
How can you cause so much pain?
How can you cause so much evil?
How can you make a living hell?
How can you murder those children?
How can you pull at our hearts?
So tell me, tell us, all of us, what you were thinking when you pulled the trigger?
How can you pull that trigger?
5 years olds.
6 years olds.
7 years olds.
8 years olds.
9 years olds.
10 years olds.
Thoughts of a WitchI lie huddled in the corner of my dungeon cell. It is dark, it is cold; the air is moist and stinks. Pale light pours though a small barred window. I am alone. The straw on the floor stabs into my naked feet. The dirty sackcloth robe scratches at my bloody, abused and bruised skin. Everything hurts and throbs with numb pain. I know I will die soon.Thoughts of a Witch by ~witch1978
I have confessed under the torture. I knew that it would seal my fate, but I could not stand the pain any more. I shiver and tremble as the memories of the unspeakable things they had done to me come back: Their cold hands and fingers touching my body everywhere in search for the mark. As they did