|Posted by Laura on June 4, 2014 at 2:10 AM||comments (0)|
You are living proof
Proof that there is hope
Hope for the ones with pain they can’t control
Controlled by their thoughts, negative and bad
Bad enough to break them down, and make them very sad
Sad to a point where they just want to die
Death is a way to escape from this life
Living is a way to hope for a better day
Days can improve with time, but death will end that chance
That chance for a better future
A future filled with hope
Hopeful and bright-eyed, I see your healed scars
Scars that show how strong you are
You are an inspiration
Inspiring the broken and the bruised
The bruises may be strong
But not as strong as you
|Posted by Laura on August 14, 2013 at 4:45 AM||comments (0)|
Tainted little beads of water, salty and cold,
-And make indents on my pillow case
Is this the point you intended to make?
The point on the knife, pointed at my skin?
Faster than the sorrow drip-dropping from my tear ducts
It’s dark, it’s cold, it’s four in the morning
And I’m mourning for the loss of self-control.
As the pain finally evacuates my eyes entirely
I see something…
Something enticing, exciting, sharp, shining, and still inmy hand
Should I give in again? Let new crimson tears fall down
I mull over my choices,
Handpicked, only a select few made it through
Which will it be? A death sentence or setting me free?
As I come to my decision.
I am stronger than the urge, the impulse, and the need
I am better than the blood that could be dripping from mybody
So I take the final steps, I throw that blade away
And I make
To live the healthy way
|Posted by Laura on July 11, 2013 at 11:15 PM||comments (4)|
I took a blade and dug it deep
I told you a secret you could not keep
You told your mom, you told your dad
That was the last night of freedom I ever had
They took my blade, they took my knife
They took control of my entire life
And pretty soon they sent me away
To a “better place” where I could stay
Isolated from all my friends
I longed and yearned for my life to end
I couldn’t see their final goal
To try and save me, make me whole
I cried and stayed up night after night
Spit out my pills and started fights
It seemed as though I’d stay there forever
I couldn’t be with my family, unhappy together
That way at least I wouldn’t be sad alone
‘Cause it seemed like that’s all we’ve ever known
But in reality my parents were okay
It was really only me who felt that way
Somehow my attitude turned around
I started to know I didn’t need to feel down
I didn’t need to drag a blade across my skin
My negative thoughts couldn’t make me give in
I was getting better and the doctors could tell
So eventually I got to leave that hell
Now I’m working on bettering my life
No longer a slave to that wretched knife
I threw away that rusty old thing
Who knew what happiness a hospital visit could bring
|Posted by Laura on December 19, 2012 at 12:40 AM||comments (1)|
Your mouth agape, you see my scars
And I begin to wonder how scared you are
Do you know the pain I’ve been through?
Or are you another person to judge me too?
Will you go and tell all your friends
How I want my life to end?
Or will you keep it to yourself?
Will you try to get me help?
In this split second as you stare
I hope that you will still be here
I pray that you stay by my side
Through my thoughts of suicide
I want to get well, I promise that
But the proper coping techniques are what I lack
So teach me now and teach me well
So I don’t have to live through hell
I’ll try to put down the knife
And start to live a beautiful life.
|Posted by Laura on December 17, 2012 at 7:00 PM||comments (0)|
I like the way red flannel looks against your skin,
The way your smile brings out mine
And the way you accept me with my sin.
In my self-destructive battle, you've been there standing strong
You know, I can really count on you
And I've done it all along.
It may not have seemed that way at times, but our friendship is so true
That even with the arguments,
We will always make it through.
My scars depict a battle, and you always show you care
How did I survive before we met?
And before you were always here?
|Posted by Laura on September 9, 2012 at 8:20 PM||comments (2)|
These scars on my wrist are a timeline
Of the pain I went through in the past
They’re white and almost healed now
To show that my pain will not last
Scars are a thing of beauty,
They show that the suffering’s done
When they’re healed I’ll have a story
A story that might save someone.
I value your life so dearly
I cling to the breaths that you take
I pray you don’t leave me alone here
If not for yourself then for my sake.
The unhappiness may consume you
But it doesn’t last forever
You’ll make it through this I swear
I’ll stand by you, we’ll do this together
The end may seem near
But your story has only just begun
I promise I will be here,
You are my someone.
|Posted by Laura on August 26, 2012 at 8:40 AM||comments (1)|
Find something unique about yourself
Make it your own
And be proud of it
Never let anyone take it away from you
Let it grow and never stop
Allow yourself to love yourself
And the unique thing as well
We’re all living stories
Don’t let some antagonist get you down
Give yourself time to just breathe
Life is not and will never be smooth
Ride the waves that come with living
If you fall, get back up
If we never fell down, how would we know standing up was so great?
If you need to take some steps back, do it
There wouldn’t be such things as steps forward if there were no steps back
Know yourself before getting to know someone else
Be a little selfish; you are important too
Don’t forget to smile, happiness looks great on you
Life is about making mistakes and learning from them
Make many mistakes
But don’t let them make you
You can’t control where life takes you
So let your story start to unfold
|Posted by Laura on July 29, 2012 at 10:45 PM||comments (1)|
Your scherzando heart dances in front of my own
And, just as quickly as it came, It's left and found another partner to walts with.
Soon the longing takes my hands
And leads me to the stage where
We will dance on final tumultuous tango.
Before the music begins, the rythm of the rumba flows through my head
Allowing me to dance to my own tune.
Your heart may have controlled me with its cha-cha
But i can merengue my way past the illusion
And onto the right path.
|Posted by Laura on April 30, 2012 at 11:30 PM||comments (1)|
I’ve never felt like someone
Could make me feel like I’m worth
The world. I haven’t been living
Even though I’m alive. I need you for
My life to be beautiful
|Posted by Laura on April 13, 2012 at 12:05 AM||comments (0)|
the deep dark water swallows you up with the waves so tall
they may be white cap waves right now,
but in time they will mellow out and you'll float in to shore
and land in the soft warm sand
where you can stare into the clear blue sky
and remember how it feels to be alive