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This is a short post, mostly about what my life has been like lately
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…not going to lie. I've been going offline, things haven't been right, inside is a mess, trying only seems like I'll miss. I'm pushing but life keeps throwing me back, the past keeps resurfacing, memories I thought were hidden now lay bare, I dug that whole and now they're out, things keep seeping in to my everyday and I…
By Marina Vos
Read MoreA short story based on the things that live deep inside my mind
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…you wipe your tears today, yeah you didn't hear me walking into the kitchen.
I looked at you and asked what's wrong hating the cold counter top under my hand.
You looked back at me and said it's just been a long day and that you are tired, if I could go back I…
By Marina Vos
Read MoreA quote a friend told me, we're all suicidal kids telling other suicidal kids suicide isn't the answer
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It started with scrapes,
Just little things,
No one noticed not even I,
A little scratch here and there,
It started with sleepless nights,
It started with nightmares of my own demise,
Soon I fall under the knife,
Soon I forgot how to live,
One cut, just to see,
Was the pain truly that bad?
Do I regret it?
Was my dreams telling me to love the Scarlet within,
Blood is thicker than ink after all,
So I drew road mabs along my legs,
With a knife I paved…
Read MoreI'm a brown eyed girl, used and abused,
used to the lies and used to the pain,
Crying inside because outside doesn't matter,
Smiling because no one needs to know,
Telling lies of perfect lives,
Hiding the truth behind my eyes,
I am a brown eyed girl,
Hurt and torn,
I'll keep fighting,
Because I know the pain,
From not being heard,
I am a brown eyed girl who bleeds alone.
What would you do?
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…will you do if I told you, I'm dieing under pressure,
I'm drowning on thine air,
Would you try and save me?
Or would you watch me go?
If I die tonight will you care?
Will you cry?
Or will my loss make your life better?
Brighter?
Happier?
Would you save me
Save me
If I cut too deep,
If the blood poured out,
Would you try to help?
Or would you smile as I fade into shadows?
Would you save me?
Save me,
This time,
I'm walking out,
What would you do if I told you,
I'm dieing under…
Read MoreA smile can hide more than just anger
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This emotional wall between my head and my heart is growing ever tall,
I can't breath anymore I've lost more than I bargained for,
I've been trying to out live my past but it's starting to out live me, I'm unable to see why I fight,
It's bloodshed and war all around me, Tears stream down my face,
With a foggy mirror and almost no light,
I watch the knife slip down my face tracing lines of Scarlett pain,
Blood red lines run down my chest,
Echoes of hope lost in vain,
Deeper and deeper the life cuts, But the pain still isn't enough,
The words they hurt more than my blood,
Spilled onto white porcelain floors,
Secret voices they speak of deadly truths, Masked by years of lies,
Deeper into my skin the Scarlett lines have thinned,
My eyes are open but my brain is fading, The light fades by words too,
The Scarlett rivers run dry.
…sorrow and pain,
Her mind drifts away,
For she can't see the beauty of her nature,
With voices in her head unable to process,
Those never ending fights with unseen sights,
She stands alone with darkness at her side,
Below the surface trembling like a dog,
Her fear is unspoken words,
Never leaving her side but oh how she wishes,
With regrets and regards she lifts her hear head up,
With pain and confusion she pulls back her shoulder,
With strength and courage she walks,
Always listening to the voices inside her head,
Never would she stop singing the songs inside…
By Marina Vos
Read MoreLife with voices in your head can suck, but writing down their conversations bring poetry.
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With sorrow and pain,
Her mind drifts away,
For she can't see the beauty of her nature,
With voices in her head unable to process,
Those never ending fights with unseen sights,
She stands alone with darkness at her side,
Below the surface trembling like a dog,
Her fear is unspoken words,
Never leaving her side but oh how she wishes,
With regrets and regards she lifts her hear head up,
With pain and confusion she pulls back her shoulder,
With strength and courage she walks,
Always listening to the voices inside her head,
Never would she stop singing the songs inside her mind,
With a tired soul she wonders off,
Maybe tonight she'll sleep,
Maybe tonight she'll fade,
Maybe tonight is the last time,
Maybe tomorrow will be empty,
Maybe she'll give up,
Cut away her scars,
Leave behind this mortal skin,
And walk with her ancestors.
Maybe she's tired,
From listening to everyone,
But being told to sit quiet and pretty,
Not a sound but the voices in her head.
…slowly makes me weep,
It aches and pains,
With hollow breath,
It slowly seeks,
It slowly breaths,
It cuts with mirrors,
It cuts with glass,
It slowly holds on,
It slowly let's go,
It slowly cuts open wounds of memories,
It slowly sinks into the bottom,
It slowly seeps back to…
…ask you about me,
tell them I'm the girl that held you on the cold nights,
Warmed you on the inside,
Stood by you on the long days,
Turned the grey to blue on the rainy days,
I'm the girl who loved you with her soul,
Her body and her mind,
But I'm the girl you never loved back,
I was the…
