BlackThistle

As each day goes by, I slowly kill myself, One pill at a time, Each new knot in my rope, The cuts in my skin, And the hole in my soul. Now I cling to life, My heart and mind are shattered, Please save me now, This is not what I want, It's a trap I am caught in, With no way out. As lightning flashes, The rope goes taught, The thunder roars, As it slackens again, Now the rope is burning, And the tree's aflame, My world hasn't ended, And who's to blame? Is this a sign from above? A god that's real? A prayer that's been answered? Or just bad luck? Now I'll try 'till I lose, 'till that day I'm in pain, Please do me a favo

I used to love life, I used to say i'd never cut, I used to believe life was alright, I used to idolize my father, I used to think democracy worked, I used to the world was safe, I used to wonder what was out there, I used to listen to rap, I used to say I'd never do drugs, I used to wish I was rich and famous, I used to obey my parents, I used to lie about who I was, I used to care what other people thought, I used to have a crush on a ditz, I used to wish I could be a politician, I used to dream I was on a different world, I used to have my virginity, I used to like living at home, I used to believe liars, I used to say I

Sliding through a life unwanted, Feeling like I'm just a joke, Digging deeper to my own demise, Moving on always taken lightly. Battered and bruised never wanting more, To die alone my greatest fear, Yet sometimes it wouldn't bother me, Slipping the knife back to it's home. I hope someday you'll find me, I worry it may be to late, To find me without cut in skin, Come and cure me of my shame. I beg to be made whole again, To feel and love forevermore, for numbness I wish begone, And to find someone I truely love. Hurry now and lift me high, 'Cause happiness is what I need, A horrible thought circles my head, as I watch crims

A facist family in a facist world, Working to stomp out our rights, Individuality is at a premium, We suffer at the hands of our capitalist oppressors Taught to march and never speak our minds, Never question and always obey, Dig mass graves for those who speak forth, and bury them with the ashes of our constitution Military ideals given to everyone, All for One and None for all, Conform or die is the lesson of the day, If that is the choice I should be already gone.

I hate myself, I want you to love me, When I feel down, I want you below me, I cut myself, I want you to hate me, I forget myself, I don't want to remember chorus: I don't hate anybody else, But when I think about you, I cut myself I cheat myself, I know you'll believe me, I forgot you, please don't remind me, Go fuck yourself, but I know you still love me, I want to die, I don't want you to save me chorus I ignore myself, it pains to remind me, I fight myself, but I know I won't win, When I feel up, I know it ain't me, I lie to myself, and I know it's not true chorus I hate myself, I want you to love me, When I feel down, I

From The Pit Welcoming darkness accepts my soul, Just like how my brain recieves the bullet, Ending my life and beginning my pain. To stand in the grove of suicides, Branches broken, leaves forgotten, Torn like the feelings of my loved ones, The harpies swarm and tatter, Twig strewn like glass shattered, Screaming my pain with my essence, The water of life seeps from my wounds, Into the ground, dark, wrought of liars. The sky glows with the light of Dis' fires, Acrid smoke add to suffering, Sulfur stench and burning flesh, Lung-less but the smell still fresh. Screams in darkness worse than war, Never-ending, nev

The smell of sunscreen makes me sick, Sunrays burn skin and melanin, Sand in scars mixed with saltwater, Are the downsides to my summer. Scars will not tan, They only stay pink or white. Global warming changes climates, But my pain will stay the same. chorus: Will summer days last forever? Will you be witth me? Will winter arrive? Will I suffer and die? Falling into the ocean, Saltwater stings my wounds. I swim I do not drown, I wait for you to be found. chorus The tides carry me to shore, Knowing not where you are. Sandy abraisions on my skin, Hurt more than where the blade went in. Summer scars will las

Drinking, you tell me I'm good. Laughing, I tell you you're wrong. Drinking, you tell me I'm loved. Laughing, I tell you "untrue". chorus: When will this all go away? Till that day I must cry. How long will you make me stay? Though I feel I should die. Yelling, you tell me I'm worthless. Crying I tell you you're right. Yelling you tell me I'm useless. Crying, I tell you you're it's true. Screaming, you tell me I'm stupid. Bleeding, I tell you you're right. Screaming, you tell me I'm selfish. Bleeding, I tell you it hurts. chorus Shrieking, you tell me I'm wanted. Dying, I tell you you're wrong. Shrieking, you tell me you l

I ripped out your heart and filled it with the tears crying from my wrists, That match the tear drop stains and violent pains that tear apart your veins. All for the continuation of a dream, the silent crime of wishing for another. I'll watch this fragile crystal of a life shatter fomr teh faster beating of a heart, But hearts know not the damage they cause, they simply selfishly beat right form the start So perhaps I saved you by removing that which leads to pain In truth I know all I did was hurt you, leaving, taking all you needed to breathe. My spirit dies, and with it, will and sense and all those other things that keep me from br

Torn through skin and veins, Blood flows as the ink from my pen, tells my story of sorrow and pain. Bloodshed of my own design to the end. When red lines appear, words start to form, stories unfold before you, I guess I write better when I'm bleeding. Lives changed by my hand forever, Those not for the better. Inspiration from pain I've caused, I draw my blade once more because.... When red lines appear, words start to form, stories unfold before you, I guess I write better when I'm bleeding. My life is a plague upon my friends, All choices are mine. Hurting those I care for, Lives destroyed with a few choice words. So red

Zombie Thoughts... by Huy Ngo I wonder why people are so easy to catch.  I'm slow, and sometimes even trip over my bowels when I chase them.  That's why I like the ones that run and then lay down for me.  They must be screaming because they like it when I nibble on them. I think Asian zombies are responsible for the first zombie dogs.  They're the only ones that would infect a dog. If I had a zombie baby boy, I would name him Shooter.  Then I would laugh at him when he got a toy gun for his 6th zombie-day because he has no fingers. When I was a zombie child, I went trick or treating with my new friends John and Murray.  They were very nic