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At night I sit alone and watch the shadows dance around. I hold my breath and listen yet, silence is the only sound. I reach for some comfort yet feel no embrace. I am tired of the emptiness and loneliness of this place. I ca
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"Rick, this is for you.." Alex handed me the charcoal he kept from when we burnt down the old shed in year 7. I reached out and held his co
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My hands shook as I pick up the large, kitchen knife. This was it, the end. But it is not my fault. Everyone around me wanted it...Mom told
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Why am i always treated like dust?that question always runs through my mind. my brothers hit me,they don't get into trouble. i hit back, i get into trouble. my parents beat me.i cannot run from this torture any longer. if i d
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I turn on the music to drown out angry voices. It doesnt quite work: the yelling worms through the notes into my ears as a muted whispering, like listening to fireworks underwater. "First thing in the morning?" i silently sig
by QuestionSleep
300 words, 3 comments,
on Jun 22 5:15 PM. In Abuse, Depression, Drama, Emo, Family, Fragment, Glass, Pain, Personal, Sad, Teen
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Chapter Two-- Beautiful Disaster1 / Vlad stared, transfixed, at Meridith's lustrous glossy hair, braided with long pink silk ribbons that shone like liquid love. He couldnt see her face (she was
by QuestionSleep
1900 words, 2 comments,
on Jun 22 5:09 PM. In Bullying, Dark, Emo, Fanfiction, Love, Romance, School, Teen, Vampires, Vladimir tod
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This is not a small cut thats bleeds / and scabs and flakes and heals / It lasts forever, a scar / twisting down my life. / the physical, a sign of strife. / And i'm not afraid to bleed / and cry / and die /
by QuestionSleep
400 words, 2 comments,
on Jun 21 1:34 PM. In Angst, Cutting, Dark, Depression, Emo, Life, Pain, Personal, Poem, Poetry, Sad
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The Ending of an emo.
Lucas was Fed up of life, at the age of fourteen, fed up of this misery and pain!
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by karmakid523
<100 words, 2 comments,
on Jun 15 7:26 PM. In Dark, Death, Depression, Emo, Fiction, Love, Other, Romance, Vampire, Young adult
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1 / She pierces her skin with a blade, dragging it slowly slowly downwards. Sweet pain overtakes her, making her body shiver and shudder as she watches a steady flow of substance flow out, follow
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I lock myself in my room,1 / Solitude engulfs me and fills me with gloom,2 / But despite of this, my thoughts keep running,3 / Encroach
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1 / I found myself23 / I found myself and ran away,
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1 / The blonde fifteen year old lied on the floor, sprawled out like an eagle, shedding tears that tell stories of pain,
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Once Upon a time there was a boy. His name was Johnny, but he preferred to be called "Bloody Tears Of Eternity," ... And he was emo. And on this sad and lonely night, he was dressed in tight womens pants and standing in the m
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Dear Brother,1 / What has happened to you? You came from being this nice and caring human being, to an undescribable person. I don't know what's happened to you, but I don't like
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Chill night air eased in from the open window, carressing my skin with gently tingling bumps and encaseing me in a cool, motionless atmosphere. The full moon was crested above on a calm sea of cloudless black and shone its bl
by QuestionSleep
500 words, 2 comments,
on May 16 4:34 PM. In Angst, Dark, Death, Depression, Emo, Pain, Personal, Sad, Suicide, Teen
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Should I live or should I die,1 / That 'tis the question.2 / I think about this,3 / Day and night,4 / Wha
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one of my stories venting out some teenage angst.
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go'n read for yourself 
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I want to commit suicide. Mom seriously doen't flinch when I tell her. She thinks I won't do it. Should I?? You people @ SW, I want to know
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I watch her as she moves in time with me. / She wont ever believe their lies about how beautiful she is..she oh so kind. / I hater her so,
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How 'bout we make a deal? / That we wont stop holding on, / no matter how big lifes kill.1 / No matter what. / No matter how hard life make
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why did god take her from me?
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This is a story i wrote and it has Avril Lavigne lyrics to it. I want you're honest opinion on it.
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Mom was yelling at me yet again for not feeding the horses and I ran downstairs to grab my journal, my pocketknife and my pen. I ran outside, took the dogs with me and shut the door without looking at her. I was immediately s
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In a far away place just out side of what seemed to be a dead mans land. There lived a dreamer a girl if you would say. She had this dream of one day being married to the right guy and the love of her life. that day had come
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