I raked my skin with a knife today, But only with the tip. I wanted to know what it felt like, To lightly drag it across my skin. I raked my skin with a knife today, The pain in my heart grew too much. Physical pain was easier to deal with, Than the emotional turmoil I felt. So I raked a knife against my skin today, They only pushed me to it. They never considered my thoughts, How I feel was irrelevant. So I raked a knife...

You ruined my life. You made me what I am today. You left a scared little girl. You molded me in to what I am today. You loved me with all your heart. You left me. You shattered my life. You created tears that never leave. You left a precious bundle. You were mine. You took it all away. You left me vulnerable. You didn't teach me how to grieve. You gave my the silver linings. You left me to fend for myself. You instilled...

He hears the elevator doors open and close, the click clack of high-heeled footsteps drawing closer, then passing his door on their way to the next apartment. He waits. Jacob had always been good at waiting. He hears the jingling of keys, then footsteps moving back toward his door. His door is unlocked. He had been expecting her. She had always been easy to predict. The front door opens, then clicks softly shut. The carpe...

“You know my heart is Breaking,” “Crying, it hurts, please stop.” she said. I realized at that point, That is the farthest thing from the truth. Breaking is bad, nothing bad is here; Just us, Just the truth, Just finding it. It is the area that has been locked away; Shut so that you can protect it. I found the key, You didn’t even know it existed, You forgot about it, You just made you heart smaller, Never knowing it was...

Friend me she said, I remember the day. So many months ago, But seems like just yesterday. Chat me she said, You seem like a nice guy. I don’t have many friends, So I gave it a try. Kiss me she said, Come closer to me. Trapped by her charms, She led me so easily. Touch me she said, Her body was mine. How could I not? Even if only online. Fuck me she said, I’m ready for you. I slid inside her, As my feelings grew. Love me...

“There’s nowhere to run, so let’s just get it over…”­ -Evanescence, Snow White Queen. I’m strong, a survivor. I can’t understand why I crumble. -Ellen Hopkins, Identical. People won’t look at me anymore I am soiled, an angel fallen, no longer pure. I am broken, shards of glass, no longer whole. I am a survivor, laden with scars, no longer pretty. But I can breathe again.

This story only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.This mist of loneliness wraps its fingers around my throatAnd squeezes me into a vortex of despondency.It prods the dirty heart in meAs the moonlight dapples its fingertipsOn the surface of this silver midnight pool.Ripples of tear drops roll across the watersLike the ghosts of once-dreamed heroesOn charging snow-white stallion...

Blank. I stare vacantly. At thesewhite-washed walls. Blank. Driving myself upon them. Insane. White. They say it's a colourof purity. I say it's you goingblank. Insane. Slowly dying. That's me. Death. It's got its arms outwide. Blank. Insane. That's me. I'm an empty shell. Hollow. Faceless people. Bustling around my room. I don't hear you.Blank. Insane. That's me; hollow. Emotionless. Imagine. The feel of the blade. Brief...

Two fallen hearts,Who's thrown the darts,Filled of evil poison?Two soul-mates,It was surely fate,But now it's blue confetti.Broken and torn,Vows that were sworn,Now they do not matter.Left is a trail,Flap your arms and flail,Above the blue confetti.Alas, you drown,You float face down,In the blue confetti. It rains it pours,Your soul it soars,Above the blue confetti.Fast forward in time,We cannot rewind,But we still see bl...

loving hard is hardly love. Taken by, Shattered by, Broken by love. Wanting, needing, making, love. The prick, The sting,  The art of love. Skin. Forever. Hide, The shame, Swallow the burn of the tears, Of love. Got to learn the fear of love. Be defeated, before completed by, love. No... Just know you are a creation of LOVE. Perfect imperfection.

As I sit at the foot of the stairs I look into my last bottle, empty. Now useless, I throw it at my feet and hear the loud noise it makes when on connection with the others. I have relapsed, fallen victim to the bottle once again. I called you after finishing the third bottle and you knew once you heard my voice what was happening. You just hung up, leaving me to the mess I had become. I just downed more of my evil toxins...

Just a little something I wrote to my future love, whoever she may be. Don't know yet, but know she is out there somewhere. :)I have something I want to give to you but promise me? Please promise to keep it safe, don't hurt, it has been hurt before.Promise me?This gift I have to give is tender and precious, does not want to be hurt again only loved. So before I give you this most precious of gifts,will you make a promise...