Expressive Writing

feeds@yuku.com (icsk8grrl) http://betweeninjuryandsanity.yuku.com/topic/1084 Thu, 25 May 2006 20:35:06 GMT <![CDATA[ SI music & poetry ]]> http://betweeninjuryandsanity.yuku.com/topic/1085/t/SI-music-amp-poetry.html
My name is David and Im an independent musician. Im posting here because I suffered from Self Injury for several years and have recovered from it (but not from the underlying causes). Instead of continuing on with that, I mostly turned to the arts and music in particular. My project is called Mister White and I just released an album of what some might call Goth or Synthpop music, maybe New Wave.

Some of the material might trigger.

Ive been trying to get the word out... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Mad Realist) http://betweeninjuryandsanity.yuku.com/topic/1085 Fri, 19 May 2006 21:18:47 GMT <![CDATA[ the broken clock ]]> http://betweeninjuryandsanity.yuku.com/topic/1086/t/the-broken-clock.html when hurt gives you comfort
when silence sounds like thunder
when smiling feels like crying

I've gotta keep on trying
though my heart is dying
dead
all these thoughts run through my
head
our scars remind us that the past is real.

I tear my heart open just to feel

]]> feeds@yuku.com (icsk8grrl) http://betweeninjuryandsanity.yuku.com/topic/1086 Tue, 28 Mar 2006 02:16:52 GMT <![CDATA[ *TW* Poem about sexual abuse ]]> http://betweeninjuryandsanity.yuku.com/topic/1089/t/-TW-Poem-about-sexual-abuse.html Hey all, this is just a poem i wrote about what my brother did to me from the ages of 6-10 yrs old, hes the major contributing factor towards my depression, well at least i think so...

Hes always waiting
Getting ready anticipating
Under gods eyes
Choosing picking his next prize

Shes so innocent so sweet
But he just cant wait
He fired up, sweaty in heat
Theres no wasting time
Hes got that look in his eye
Like a tiger hes ready hes... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Ellikus) http://betweeninjuryandsanity.yuku.com/topic/1089 Sat, 19 Nov 2005 05:01:25 GMT <![CDATA[ dust *t* ]]> http://betweeninjuryandsanity.yuku.com/topic/1088/t/dust-t-.html in life or in myself
feels like I've drifted inside the shell
but I've gone astray to a place beyond
where I am, or ought to be

I can't see where I'm going
through this thick smoke
clouding my heartbeat
shielding me from thoughts and feelings

I know that this is real, I think
and so am I, I guess
but without a sense of
time and space
a sense of love and pain
how can I be sure that
I'm not simply dreaming... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (icsk8grrl) http://betweeninjuryandsanity.yuku.com/topic/1088 Tue, 08 Nov 2005 23:49:11 GMT <![CDATA[ Peace ]]> http://betweeninjuryandsanity.yuku.com/topic/1087/t/Peace.html
Silent scream in my head
slice my flesh...the ache is fed
incessant dull ache
sweat skin break
i know what waits inside
everything that i hide

Screaming for release
this pain is my peace
the crimson rivulets creep
now, sweet calm restful sleep ]]> feeds@yuku.com (illuminagirl) http://betweeninjuryandsanity.yuku.com/topic/1087 Tue, 12 Jul 2005 12:49:11 GMT <![CDATA[ untitled ]]> http://betweeninjuryandsanity.yuku.com/topic/1090/t/untitled.html though my heart is dying
dead
all these thoughts run through my
head
can't you see?
I'm going
cold
from all the lies that I've been
told
my spirit's withering, growing
old...

"Tears of hope run down my skin. Tears for you that will not dry. They magnify the one within, and let the outside slowly die"
feeds@yuku.com (icsk8grrl) http://betweeninjuryandsanity.yuku.com/topic/1090 Sun, 30 Jan 2005 23:06:59 GMT <![CDATA[ On the outside ]]> http://betweeninjuryandsanity.yuku.com/topic/1092/t/On-the-outside.html Happy
Likeable
Fun to be with.
On the inside however I am
sad
bitter
angry.

On the outside I seem
All together
Well adjusted
At peace.

On the inside however I am
lonely
lost
terrified.

On the outside I appear
Good
Honest
Trustworthy.

On the inside however I am
bad
evil
dirty.

On the outside I seem normal.
On the inside however I am a mess.
I am just a walking... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (godsunshinegirl) http://betweeninjuryandsanity.yuku.com/topic/1092 Mon, 17 Jan 2005 19:10:28 GMT <![CDATA[ Do you know? ]]> http://betweeninjuryandsanity.yuku.com/topic/1093/t/Do-you-know-.html Do you know what it is like,
When there is no further you can fall?

Do you know what it is like,
Where there is nothing here left for you?

Do you know what it is like,
Where even the ache in your heart is gone?

Do you know what it is like,
Where you are totally alone, and you dont even care?

Do you know what it is like,
When your whole world is encased in darkness?

Do you know what it is like,
To continually pray,... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (godsunshinegirl) http://betweeninjuryandsanity.yuku.com/topic/1093 Mon, 17 Jan 2005 19:08:12 GMT <![CDATA[ Short expressive writing piece ]]> http://betweeninjuryandsanity.yuku.com/topic/1095/t/Short-expressive-writing-piece.html She lay huddled over herself in the bath, water corroding on her skin. She looked at the clear liquid surface, through which her battered lumps of flesh, lay bloated and still.
She shivered at the sight, running her hand down her thigh. It had felt cold and numb, so disconnected. The serial feeling rippled around her, like the waters surface, creasing to the contours of her mind. She couldnt sense the time slipping across her, her wet shiny skin covered in her tears n regrets. She... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (my pointe) http://betweeninjuryandsanity.yuku.com/topic/1095 Sat, 15 Jan 2005 14:54:50 GMT <![CDATA[ More than merely surviving ]]> http://betweeninjuryandsanity.yuku.com/topic/1096/t/More-than-merely-surviving.html I have come to realize that no one taught me how to live; I was just forced to learn how to survive.

You may ask what do I mean by this. I will gladly tell you.

My family was very messed up, - screwed up, you could say. They call them dysfunctional nowadays. Personally, I just know I was in a family that didnt know how to talk as a family, act as a family, and relate to each other as a family. And it wasnt my parents fault, not all of it. They came from families just like... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (godsunshinegirl) http://betweeninjuryandsanity.yuku.com/topic/1096 Fri, 14 Jan 2005 20:55:05 GMT <![CDATA[ A poem i have started... not finished. ]]> http://betweeninjuryandsanity.yuku.com/topic/1097/t/A-poem-i-have-started-not-finished-.html

Alone in the darkness
complete isolation
No contact with the outside world
Just sitting
Staring
No sound
Just the voices in my head
The Demons
SCREAMING
Attacking my soul
Forcing me to hurt
hurt myself, hurt others
The pain that i deserve
i must be punished
She is a bad little girl
She must be
for those things to have happened
........................... not... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (imustnotcry) http://betweeninjuryandsanity.yuku.com/topic/1097 Sun, 09 Jan 2005 01:06:11 GMT <![CDATA[ Another one - poss slight *t ]]> http://betweeninjuryandsanity.yuku.com/topic/1098/t/Another-one-poss-slight-t.html

Poet

The poet sat, her ringlets in the tiresome sun,
Blood stained porcelain skin,
Her makeup was smeared and run,
Her words like illusive perfection,
That circled the rim of her glass,
As she swallowed round pearls of powder,
And denoted the time, she let pass,
Kissing wrinkled tatters of paper,
The offspring of the loves she had known,
Detailing the hues of the... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (my pointe) http://betweeninjuryandsanity.yuku.com/topic/1098 Fri, 07 Jan 2005 18:06:14 GMT