Sta.sh
I wrote you a love poem
But I'm too shy to share
It is just a little poem...
But I do wonder if you'd care
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To Or Not To Care To care or not to careTo Or Not To Care by ~Junniper610
Do I let myself get caught in that snare?
Do I work hard and become stressed,
Even though it leaves me even more depressed?
I would become overburdened with worry
Always running around in a hurry
I need to choose what to focus on
There's never enough time, though the days feel long
Should I worry about my friends
And whether today it will end?
They live in a world of violence
But will it bring them to finally be silenced?
Do I worry about my grades?
Should that be where all my attention is paid?
Should I care about how I'm never good enought
And how all this work seems so very tough?
If I let all this bo
A Silent Cry She sits so aloneA Silent Cry by ~Junniper610
All feeling has gone
Except a feeling of dread
She can't shake from her head
No more pain can she handle
Out was the candle
The flame that kept her going
She doesn't know anymore what she's doing
It's all so pointless
So helpless
So futile
She collapsed in a pile
On the floor there she lie
The knife caught her eye
The cold metal so comforting
When pressed against her skin
It shined like a light
Piercing through her plight
The metal it gleamed
The blood began to stream
It is a silent cry
Sent into the night sky
A plea for help
A strangled yelp
As she cries "please... I need help..."
Death Sitting in my dark cold room, I felt so utterly aloneDeath by ~Junniper610
Even if I called again, no one would answer the phone
The voice on his answering machine was all I had left
For this, one could say, is the worst kind of theft.
As in following him, my heart was now dead
I'm not even sure if another tear I could shed
From all of the pain, my brain had gone numb
Left only was the terrible mess I had become
Sitting in my dark cold room, the mirror recited the truth
In leaving me he also took all my youth
It told me, "There is no meaning to life."
Thus, my pain had overflowed through a knife
I wrote it all over my arm and my leg
But still, "What
The Voice Named Ana Out the window she staresThe Voice Named Ana by ~Junniper610
But she can feel the glares
The snares
That voice that does speak
That which makes her weak
Just a peek
In the mirror she sees
Something she wishes not to be
So terribly
Ugly is she so fat
The voice, she says that
Screamed at
The girl with tears on her face
Don't just stand in your place
Time to retrace
On your arms those lines
On her floor she lie supine
Color of wine
The blood covers the floor
Back the razor goes into the drawer
No more
She gets a hold of herself
Just no meal the food for day twelve
Stays on the shelf
To herself she is so rough
She listens to the voice that does bluff
Neve
fat. funny howfat. by ~bajabbers
society says shrinking
to less
will make us more.
cruel how
we believe it.
today i ate a
pack of oreos.
as i chewed
the hard cookie
and swallowed
the sweet filling
i felt
myself
bloat
and e x p a n d
bigger and
BIGGER
until i could
no longer fit
into myself.
today i ate a
pack of oreos.
but what will it be
tomorrow?
a cracker?
a celery stick?
meals getting smaller
until they are only snacks
snacks getting smaller
until they are nothing.
funny how
i hate this system
of winning
by losing
until you are zero.
cruel how
i want this, too.
Nervous 
I promise I shall be 100% honest and real here. This is ME. Take it or leave it. 
Pain and beauty go hand-in-hand. 
