The pAiN With In

Confessions Of A Bleeding Angel

The pAiN With In

I really hope the title speaks for its self cause if it don't you STUIPD!!

He kicks me till I bleed without even touching me, Why have i put up with this for so long? It needs to stop before I put him in the ground! Pushed to grow up has pressed me to my last limit! Wheres my prince The one looking out for young ladies lost in the tidings of sorrow..Daddy's little girl left to die... Alone

The passion inside bleeds from the pen Releasing in a flood of lonelyness and sorrow but who profits from her pain? As the days get brighter and the nights not so grim whats the tourtared girl to say will she go on? Will she survive or will the fear of rejection and empty come over her once again?

As you sit across the bed I rememberr every word you've said how'd you be here always and never let go, now look whos sitting alone. But look whats it matter I knew you'd leave thats why this feeling of gain has come over me. Youve taken so much out of me as you walk out the door I'm actualy happy to see you leave. Now you've been gone for awhile and I've missed you at times but now your back at my door wanting me to let you in but its different now your not the same your form has changedalong with your name and as you step through ..this time, hurt will not slip in to sucker punch from behind

To cutis to be free from certain desires to let it pour from your viens you wishing for more no one knos what goes n in your head how it widdles and wilts away all you have left is a few faithful friends Who help you drowen out the bad but not letting you keep everything in

but someday those friends will be off and alone again you have no one to hold You drive your self mad with the blood and the bruises wishing for it all to some to a concusion but not one that keeps you home but one that sets you free with room to rome

To cut is to bleed and to bleed is to be free wish is all Ive ever wanted to be so I guess I my only choice is to let my soul free and bleed

The Pain You Brought Me

As I sit Drops of rain pound againest the land Harder and harder they fall For it reminds me of just on thing... The blood dripping from the kitchen blade For it was you who let your self go That bitch will never again pass by her home At least now I can in trust your love..Through the coffin in the snow

Hell isn't a place its a feeling in your soul Critism shocks you and rumors rock you and everything else just blows you away drugs take the place of family and friends Anti-Social might be your name It all depends on the place and time but my mood still gives it away

HATE, PAIN, PARENTS

Will anyone ever be saved from what is to be true? Truth is the elders worse fear to be exposed to their youth. Forced to grow at the rate of a rat will any one excape from this cage. The words I speak of truth to be raged on by a angry teen

The poor little girl that no one talks to. She speaks with nohin but tears and screams no one listens they just pass by never understanding the extent of her pain The soul of a young child is locked is the grip of danger and torment as she cries her self to sleep but as one day arises she does not forever tucked in the bed of ignorenize

A silent scream will pierce the night and shadows will confide Another tear slides down my face But i put on my mask and hide

I try to breathe I cannot see I open my eyes To choke and to bleed

I cannot live, I will not die I seek comfort in my blood And when the day turns into night Another scar becomes

A broken smile, a shattered dream A curse beneath those eyes Deep inside I drew the line I believed all of your lies

Another scratch morphs to a cut My triumph pushed away And as I watch the crimson life There's nothing left to do but pray

Stabs, Slices and Cuts

stabs, slices and cutsare these all I have to show for my life?
just one more bad day just one more cut with a knife I hide my scars from every one under long sleeve shirts and jeans i fell they just wouldnt understand
thats why I keep them unseen the pretty silver object that is my only friend it helps me when times are tough and its slices has no end knives and razors help me out one slice here, one slice there the blood drips all over but no one seems to care i'm different from other people they live happy and joyful lives
but i'm trapped in my own little world its just me, my razors, and knives

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A little girl so sweet and shy a trusted uncle made her cry from ages six until twelve years old "its our secret" he said - she never told

Growing up feeling empty and lost did he know how much it would cost?
No! he didn't care about the child standing there dealing with selfhatred -drowning in tears

He just cared about his sexual needs and now she stands here - needing to bleed taking a razor - being precise cutting her arm... slice after slice

Feelings of anger and love betrayed for years she kept quiet & always obeyed
until she could keep it no longer inside too much pain - I just wanna die

How could he do that to a child messing up her head - innocents defiled it's just too hard - day after day so this what I need to say

Take a knife - cut it deep drops of blood before I sleep if i die before i wake
life was to cruel to take

There's alot of us out here - you see abused & broken, needing to be free we are scarred, afraid, need some care looking for help - is anyone there?

Dont look at us in discust a non-judgemental attitude is a must remember we are still lost children inside running from the pain we try to hide

Whats wrong with me? I'e lost all hope of a future and gained nothing but regret for the past. Cought between two worlds know not if wither shall distore me maybe Im better off back at home in my nice sweet bed. Sweet from the love that has been grown only to be burnt and blowen away like ash. The pain inside eats away at me "will anyone truely ever understand me?" NO they don't want a poetry writing pansy they want a trashy no good whore will any other time I might have given in not this time I;m ne and if they don't like it " Kiss me Ass" No more old ways I wanna grow experence new life but one thing stands in the way... ME

Emotions

Emotions bleed like blood from my pen I can say anything with out judgement or pled You share my heart with no one My love for you is all it holds but I feel as though I need more Many have fixed my emotion need but nothing has been done for my physical hungar. What I wouldn't give to feel the warmth of another If making love is what you believe that I am saying, your wrong, Just to be next to a man is a intament way would suit me fine.

Closed Door

Looked inside of her mind with no way to break free The smallest form of a releave comes in the form of a blade Shinning at first just to catch you eye Then it all runs through you like a million stabing knifes At first it hurts and then it stings Though the burning never goes away The feelings like a drug wanting a little more each time

Suicide Child

Days I wake wishing to be free SUICIDE CHILD They laugh and find humor in my pain SUICIDE CHILD My own blood is like a drug to me SUICIDE CHILD Abortion is what should have came of me SUICIDE CHILD I'll pay you to go back and fix this mistake SUICIDE CHILD Death should have came before I was born don't you see whats become of me a nappy child with no pain to spare blood dripping from my open pores no oone cares I'm just a simple life its so simple to make one more Deeper the scream pulls out my soul wringing it out as if it were once a toy feeble and cold alone, alone againest the land