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TortureSupported by the cold wall
Weakly he slumps back
Pressed against his bare flesh
Hanging his head in the black

Quivering as his mind aches
His withering figure collapses
A skeletal ball on the hard floor
As his every thought elapses

Alone and never acknowledged
Slowly deceasing, rotting away
In the midst of not knowing
About the outside in any way

Locked away from everything
The anguish and pain cascading
As his mind caves in on itself
Tears of tortured pain escaping

Freely flowing he trembles
Weak and small in the dark
He crawls slowly on the floor
Scraping a bleeding fresh mark

Sobs fill the dead silence around
A tear s

Life's A GameI used to be a party girl
With gold hair shining bright
Big blue eyes to batt at guys
While dancing through the night
Went out at night and slept all day
Made every day the same
No barriers on work or play
I thought life was a game

I used to have a boyfriend
Who didn't treat me well
When happy, he'd ignore me
And when miserable, he'd yell
He thought he had authority
To tell me what to do
Until I left, with just a message
Telling him, "Screw you."

Then one day something happened--
Took the fun out of the game
A failed test was put in front of me
On top of it, my name
I had to clean my act up
I knew that much for sure
My

What makes you think
I am less sane then you?
Because I'm depressed,
does that make me mentally unstable too?
So I'm suicidal
just because I cut?
I have one outburst
and you mark me down as a nut.
Just because I hear voices,
means I'm losing my head,
Because I hate myself,
Does that make you think I wish I were dead?
Don't call me broken,
Don't call me weak,
I'm not insane,
just unique

TortureMetal clanked as consciousness gripped him, causing him to toss a bit in his dazed state. The sounds of the bonds gripping his wrists tightly reminded him of the day before. The smooth touch of her hands and the slow agony she had caused him as the cool knife cut through his skin. The cold, cutting laughter she had made before she left, twirling the knife through her fingers with a strange mastered skill as if she had years of experience. The red that coated the knife, that now lay in small droplets on the floor, having slid off the sharp metal. The groans and yells, shrieks and pleads he had made, still echoing off the walls around him.

Gr

Sweet TortureStole my eyes with your wicked smile;
Embraced me with your burning arms;
Held my hand as we walked a while;
Perforated me with your charms.

Come here closer, hear me whisper.

You froze me with your melting heat,
Made me taste your betraying kiss;
Choked me in every heartbeat;
Touched me until I vow to sleep.

I smell you alive and sober

You're the blood flowing down from my wounded pulse;
You're the light that hypnotized my blind, broken heart;
You're the cold wind that undressed my barenaked soul,
And you smothered me with your undying love.

I taste my sweetest demise, the pleasure of my pain.
I indulge in your breath; I can f

AffectionIf I could spread
affection far
across the world
with the blow of
a dandelion,
I would.

I would so love
to watch the white
puffs float to meet
their destination.

I want to see more eyes,
lighting up like fireflies;
finding their way home.

Torturedo you spend your days
thinking of ways
to torment me?
its cold and dark inside your heart
and its getting worse every day
you had to gun me down
to gain the crown
but is it really worth the shame?
stop pointing at me
stop laughing at me
stop torturing me
is everyone the same?
cant you see what youve done?
the monster you have become?
you keep opening up my scars
and ripping me apart
do you have some need to watch me bleed?
stop torturing me

SuicideYou called me up,
crying,
down the phone,
you said you'd taken some pills,
and didn't want, to die alone.

Is your life,
that messed up,
you had to take steps,
to make it stop?

I cried to you,
to call 999,
you said you couldn't listen,
to voices other than mine.

your voice sounded weak,
fighting for breath,
the silence was noticeable
as if i was deaf.

The streets of heaven,
are already full tonight,
full of souls,
souls of angels,
souls like yours,
souls of people,
whose life ended too soon.

Your death,
has brought nothing but pain,
upon this world.

Monologue - TortureThere are 206 bones in the human body. 8 pints of blood, 24 ribs, and 21 feet of intestine. So much to play with, so little time.

The ribs, are the easiest to start with, of course. they take so little pressure. A foot on the ribcage and the lungs are crushed, a moment of weak pain, the breathing...stinted. More pressure, and the oxygen levels decrease, the eyes dim, the lungs burn in longing... and the heaviness on the chest becomes so... unbearable. Bone grates against panting organs and then as weakness overcomes the body there comes the irresistable snap, muffled under layers of tissue. Searing pain as muscle parts from melded bone, the

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What It Says On The TinThe girl says she's sure,
As she walks through the door,
That nothing she does is a sin,
"I don't steal, I don't lie,
I don't throw things and cry,
I just do what it says on the tin."

"It's a policy, see,
When it comes to me,
All the rumours can never be true,"
Though she trusts in nobody,
Still rather oddly,
You'll hope that she will trust in you.

When the make-up comes off,
And she's had quite enough,
Of perfection, she leaves life to chance,
She'll kick off her shoes,
And to jazz and the blues,
She will, with great skill, start to dance.

This Time of YearWhat are you to me?
You are everything,

You are the better half of me,
Your goodness balances,
My worst and blackest flaws.

You showed me that it's possible to be in a relationship,
Where no person hurts the other.
When I'm falling,
You hold me close, hold me up,
Pick me up and never let me go,
Until I'm standing strong.

When I'm with you,
I forget my past because you are my now,
You are my future.
In the darkest parts of me,
You find light.

Despite my imperfection,
You tell me I'm beautiful.

My love for you is unconditional,
Like I see yours is for me.

Maybe I Don't Believe ItMaybe I Don't Believe It Anymore

We said we would be friends forever,
"Make friends,
Never break friends ever."
I'm so sorry to say that,
I don't believe it any more.

We were different,
And yet the same,
I can't imagine one of us,
Without the other.

We were on stage together,
We got our first jobs together,
One without the other,
Is far less worthwhile.

Yet now, due to,
Circumstances beyond control,
We are without each other.

Nobody to share our secrets with,
Nobody to laugh with,
No partner in crime,
All because of an act of thoughtlessness.

I know it will be hard,
To forgive what you did...
Both things,

Conspiracy-- Used 2 B FriendsConspiracy

Funny how something so good can turn so sour,
Don't you know,
I have been walking for an hour,
I left your house a while ago.

Betrayal is bitter,
Were you only out to hurt me?
Maybe I'm better moving on.

You were my best friend,
You were my confidante,
But now it's all turned bad,
You went behind my back,
Now I have a brand new plan,
Of attack.
Girl, what did you think,
I would do,
What would you,
Do in my situation?
Your betrayal is bitter to me,
This is one damn-big conspiracy.

Funny how I must have perceptive eyes,
Don't you know,
They could see into you and through your lies,
They're not c

I'm Not High, I'm FallingI'm not high, I'm falling

So, it's been a bad day-
Quick, to the fridge!
Binge, retch, binge, retch.
Or maybe I'll stay away from food,
And not eat at all.

Maybe not the fridge either,
I'll go to the art cupboard for the PVA glue,
That I keep there,
It's only for emergencies,
And special cases- solvents haven't been my field for a while.

Or pins and penknives,
Cut my skin until it's red, slashed and scarred beyond all reason,
And people ask me, "what did you do?"

Upstairs and to the medicine cabinet,
Ibuprofen, paracetamol? Penicillin- wait,
That doesn't do anything does it?

I have a better idea, that's just struck

FootnotesI TRIED

I tried,
I really did,
And I'm sorry I failed.
I'm sorry I failed you all.
All I wanted was everything.
I worked myself to death to achieve that,
Of course with the odd slip up; like smoking, drink or depression.
I didn't want help-- I wanted to help myself.
Rear my head, buck off the extra weight and run free.
But I didn't, maybe because I couldn't.
Maybe just because I didn't try.
No, it was because I couldn't.
I tried.

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Torture

by ~Suburbanprincess, Mar 18, 2007, 5:04:09 AM
Literature / Poetry / Philosophical / Spoken Word

Sometimes torture is physical,
It is being pinned against the wall by the bully,
It is being spat on. It is being laughed at.
It is going home and washing the rotten food out of your hair
And the tears from your face.

Sometimes torture is emotional,
It is being ignored by your family,
It is being used by your friends. It is abuse.
It is curling up in bed at night and crying into your pillow
To muffle the sound.

Sometimes torture is mental.
It is self-inflicted and ties you in knots,
It is insanity. It is fear.
It is running when you have nowhere to go and hiding
Behind something that won't cover you.

All torture is pain.

Tortureby ~Suburbanprincess

Literature / Poetry / Philosophical / Spoken Word

©2007-2013 ~Suburbanprincess

All torture is pain.

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~iSwimm Feb 21, 2013

So good! The emotion is so pure, I almost started crying. And it sounds like my boyfriends life so kinda hits home DX very good and emotional!!

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~tanch0708 Jan 11, 2012

Pretty Epic

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~VampireLuvr1 Sep 28, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

ITS SO BEAUTIFUL

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~the6schemers6slave Jul 9, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

corect

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!Lowbss May 20, 2010

Very true.

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~Eliza-Aacher Jan 4, 2010

Great piece.

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~Sundemon73 Aug 18, 2009

There is nothing more to say. The truth can be so brutal >.< but great job <33

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Mood: Tender

~GRiMTHEPUNCHDRUNK Mar 18, 2007

All torture is pain...
...all pain is curable.

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