My Immortal

My Immortal

I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears.
Your presence still lingers here, and it wont leave me alone.
These wounds wont seem to heal , this pain is just to real.
There is just to much that time cannot erase.
You still have,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, all of me!!!!

Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it's chased away all the sanity in me
These wounds wont seem to heal,
this pain is just to real.
There is just o much that time cannot erase.
You still have.....all of me!!

I tried to so hard to tell myself that your gone.
but though your still with me
I've been alone all along
you still have .................all of me!!!!

See me!

I want to take the biggest knife and slam it into my arm, I want to feel it slide past the bone and hit the table below. I want to watch to blood running from the wound and dripping onto the floor. I want to know that I am hurting and see the pain. I want to know that everything I have gone through has been worth is somehow. Somehow. I want to scream and yell. I want to cut people who have hurt me.

I want to rip my skin off in big chunks. I want to never eat again because I don't deserve it, and I want to eat so much that I hurt and explode because I deserve that too. I want to slice my arms up so that they are dripping with blood, just so you can see me. I feel invisible. Useful and helpful but invisible. No one sees me.

Let Me Out

I can feel the nausea rising. I can feel the pressure in my head. It's coming to the surface. The truth.
And it hurts. Let me out, I cant take this any more, I have to be free.

The Greatest Despair

The greatest despair we have is the knowledge that they made us hurt others. We were forced to hurt and abuse other children just like us. It was not something we ever wanted to do but we knew that we risked our life and theirs if we did not do it. They were children, often younger than us and we used or size and power to intimidate them just as it was done to us. Some of these children we knew, some we knew very well, to well. We hurt them when we should have protected them, and somewhere inside are those who are pleased with this and the job they carried out. They felt it gave them a sense of power and strength. But i and others with must live with the knowledge of what was done by us to others. It makes me sick to my stomach. But we must go on.

Let Me Die

Let me die, please let me die. This life is to much to bare. It's cruelty knows no end. I do not want to leave my children but i fear i have little left to give. I want to crawl into a hole and die so i don't have to see any more evil. It is more than i can take. Where is God in all of this? We have stood alone for so long but it wears me out and i am exhausted. Where is someone to help and hold my hand. This journey is so long. When does it end.

We are not!

The Scarlet Children cry for the pain of another. 

When will it end?

 Is there ever an end? 

Is Death the only true escape?

We wish we were alone, but we are not!

Crimson Tide

Worthless


















Hopeless








                                                Useless

Ugly 

Fat

Shh, we can never tell.