At the moment she feels okay,
But all that’s past is half the day.
The words said to her pierce her like a knife,
Now she’s contemplating taking her life.
They say it’s cowardly, suicide
Because all you do is run and hide
How cruel the words sound
As you’re stumbling around.
She makes her way to the box in her room,
Her hand finds the blade, now for the gloom.
Faster and faster her heartbeat becomes
The blade is pinched between her fingers and thumb.
The sharp edge finds her skin,
Slowly the blood pours from within.
All of her frustration,
Now is her self-mutilation.
As the red seeps through her clothes,
She continues cutting, now worries or woes.
Look what you’ve done,
Do you think you have won?
Don’t think so fast.
This wasn’t her first, and it won’t be her last.
The days are short and the nights are restless
I need to find one person so I can confess this:
I have a problem in my mind,
But what the problem is I cannot find.
Eating me alive, night by night
Slowly, I’m losing the will to fight
The evidence lies on my loveless wrists
The lines appear more red as I clinch my fists.
Deeper and deeper the cuts have become,
Pain has become nonexistent, my mind is numb.
What more can I do to escape this fate?
All I feel for myself is dreadful hate.
But what more do I need, I like the pain
Ever more, I love the deep crimson stain.
This is it, the end is near,
For now, I have nothing to fear.
For what reason do we all care
About the clothes in which we all wear?
Or the shape in which our bodies take
Or whether or not we make a mistake
What does it all matter in the end?
Because we all know, its just pretend.
For one last time she lifts the knife,
This is the night she will take her life.
But why, she always wears a smile,
Sadly, only a mask to fuel your denial.
It’s too late to try to save her,
Her mind is made, your words won’t faze her.
And the very last things she musters out,
“I love you..” A whispered shout.
The thin red lines remind me
Of the person I used to be
I sometimes still see her
And remember how things were
The razor becomes a mirror
The reflection is my fear
The creeping urge returns
And as the blade dives, it burns
Red comes to the surface of my skin
And again, the demons return within.
Can we talk about Jeniffer Lawrence? Can somebody PLEASE talk with me about Jennifer Lawrence?! How does she do this?! I can even display this much emotion in REAL LIFE.
Fuck, I am so glad I am around to see her create this shit. She is incredible.
here, have another oscar
I was thinking when I was watching catching fire that its so nice to watch an actress pull all the stops on her emotional range and be willing to look ugly/weird with her face to do it. I’m so used to actresses being kept pretty no matter what when in reality nfucking no one looks beautiful in these emotional moments
ALL HAIL THE QUEEN
omg I’m in tears
Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High? by The Arctic Monkeys // This is layered so that the right ear plays before the left to make a round.
first time hearing this song so I was super lost but I loved it
OH MY GOD I LITERALLY JUST GOT PREGNANT
REBLOGGING AGAIN BECAUSE ALL OF YOU NEED TO PUT EARPHONES IN AND LISTEN ITS LIKE A WHOLE EXPERIENCE IVE PLAYED IT NOT STOP HELP ME
THE FIRST SONG I HEARD OF ARTIC MONKEYS AND IT INSTANLY GOT ME ATTRACTED
literally entranced by this