http://slow.writerscafe.org/Bleeding-Schizo The original writings of author Erika Jones en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995155 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is my analysis on The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe I did last semester. I hope everyone enjoys it! I certainly enjoyed writing it :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1802143/ I MUST HAVE FALLEN ASLEEP AT MY COMPUTER DESK LAST NIGHT while working on my homework. My back is stiff, just likethe rest of me. I’m just glad that I managed to put my medication away andfinish my food beforehand. But the fact still stands; I’m stuck here two moredays before I can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1783831/ It hurts… so much... feeling my heart beatingso frantically that it            scares me so much untilit feels like I am suffocating            and drowning in a pit ofm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1765954/ I’mgetting worse and you don’t know… you pay attention to me only long enough tosee the fake smile I present"the same fake smile I’ve spent days… weeks…months… years perfecting. I’mgetting worse and you don’t know because I&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1762795/ Theysaid I could join them in their game. But itwas a lie. Theirgame had been soccer until they let me in, then it turned into them using me asa punching bag. I canstill feel their punches, kicks, and rocks they’ve thrown on my skin, my body,and the wall holding my emotions back. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1755219/ I want to talk topeople--They’lljust make fun of theway you sound. You stutterand trip on everything yousayso they tune you outand pretend to listen the momentyour mouth opens.Iwant to spend time with people--They’llmake fun ofthe way you look. You&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1749486/ I can feel myself crumbling, fallingaway from myplace in the world where Ishould feel comfortable in.Like there’s something orsomeone beside me pushing me off the stand ofself-confidence and self-belief so I can fail at everything Iwant to be. There’s always.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1746086/ Take me away from this darkness and steal away my soul beforehe kills it.This pain is too much for me to bear much longer in hopes that youend it now. Stop this madness!Make--it stop!Make--it stop!Please, save me! The knife in his&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1739498/ He couldn’thelp it. The smell of blood enticed him, controlled him, and even drove him todo questionable things that he sometimes wished he could forget. The hunting ofunsuspecting people that went to his school, the capturing of his best friend�"hisfirst victim from th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1725217/ It felt horrible, yet satisfying,when I heard someone whisper to me. Their voices soft, yet their tone suggestedhatred, pain, and suffering. I don’t want to suffer anymore.It hurts so much. But they say that in order to live, one must always suffer. It’sthe only way. But sufferin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1723966/ “YOU'RE AN UNGRATEFUL CHILD. Youdon’t know how much I’ve sacrificed myself to keep you here! If I had my wayyou’d be sent off somewhere so that your father and I could actually livehappily.” My mom yelled in one of her rampages before she smacked me hardenough t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1723961/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1723847/ MyLast Poetry Reading I can remember sitting in my favorite place at my favoritecoffee shop, sipping at a highlander grogg sweetened with sugar and whitenedwith creamer while munching on a small scone that was baked fresh just an hourago. The night had just started along with th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1722670/ This is an essay I did for a literary narrative last semester for my English course. I hope everyone likes it. I'll post another one up in either a few days or longer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1719862/ I can feel myself choking,breathing is so difficult thatcrying sounds like a great idea.Don't ask me to speak,no sound will come unless youcount my labored breathing.I want to run away,leave everything behind so Ican't disgrace myself like this again.I'm a screw up, I can neverdo anything right and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1719858/ SITTING ON THE BRIDGE CLOSEST TO HOME while smoking my fifth from last cigarette was the best idea I’ve had allday. Even sitting around my bedroom smoking one didn’t make me as calm as I amright now. I’d drink my problems away, but then I’d lose myself even more andmy s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1719854/ Description is below in the note for reviewers because it seems there's a restriction on how much goes here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1719852/ She was happy. She was faking it all. She wanted someone to notice her. She wanted a hug. She wanted to be recognized. She wanted to see her favorite band live. She wanted to get their autograph. She wanted a picture with them. She had medium length black hair with blue stripes/highlights. She had.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1015214/ Here's where I've posted all of my Writers' Block stories and nonsense for everyone's enjoyment ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1014218/ Here's a recent lyric :) Enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1013061/ This is the other of the two poems I'm most proud of. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1011677/ This poem is the one I adore the most out of my entire collection. Well, one of the two :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1011675/ Another old one, and I just want to let you know I can't get the actual form of the poem to show right here on the site :( http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1011674/ Another poem I wrote last year (insert heart here) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1011672/ Here's one of the first few poems I wrote :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1011670/ This is my attempt at script writing! Any review is great! :( http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1011023/ This is something I created while trying to get rid of my writers' block. It's not finished and I don't know when I'll finish it, but here's what I have so far. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1009939/ We all screamWe all bleedWe all have tears to crySo why are others [so]  different from you? We all have voicesWe all have choicesWe all have places we see ourselves goSo why are others [so] different from you? We all have dreamsWe all have nightmaresWe all hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1006817/ You once told me you loved meThe moment you asked me outOn that cold February nightRight after Valentines day. I answered with a yes,Because I knew we would be greatAnd because you and I looked like wewere meant to be. Months had gone byAnd our love was like fireBec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1006804/ Have you ever felt likeGoing to the bladeGrabbing the gunTaking the pillsInjecting the drugOr inhaling the powderWas the only way you can cope with the pain? Have you ever thought aboutJumping off the bridgeThrowing yourself at trafficPulling yourself underneath the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/1005886/ I wonder if you'd wanna know how I feel ...but it's obvious: uselessunworthytiredscaredunhappyin painthrown out like trashworthlesstreated like garbageunwanteda cowarddepressedundeserving and ... wanting my life to end. So now, you know h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/962734/ If you could see through my eyes.What I go through every dayYou wouldn't question everything I doEverything I sayEverything that's a part of meEverything that makes me, me.But you can't see through my eyesYou wouldn't try anyway.You would rather walk awayLeave me in my painWatc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/956348/ I've been screaming for hours.Isn't there anyone around to hear me?I know I'm not alone.I hear voices in the other room.Why can't they hear me?Why won't they hear me?Why won't they come see what's wrong?Why won't they come and help?Is it something I've done?What could I've done?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/956332/ I'm the only onethat sees this family as nothingbut a destructive fire that's just waiting to be blown to such intensity thatno one will ever be able to recover.I'm the only onethat sees where the problems lieand everyone points them at melike I don't seem to noticeor they just d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/956319/ Why should I botherto tell you how I feel when I knowyou won't listen because you refuse to hear the pain behind the words I speak?Why should I botherto cry for your help when you're never thereto listen and see how much pain I truly am in?Why should I botherto confide in you once yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/956318/   I stood by his grave, my tears falling down my face as I remembered our last moments together. I could and always will say it was my fault for him being dead in the first place while my friends would say it was an accident. But I knew better, I was too blinded by my self image that I couldn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/950632/ I feel broken,on the inside and out,more like someone has picked me up off the ground,and dropped me from the highest pillar I could be on. I feel broken,on the inside and out,like someone has taken a chisel to my fragile heart,like it was meant to be hurt. I feel broke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/950448/   There has to be someone, somewherethat's willing to take me in and let mebe wrapped in their arms. To be safe with them and never have to worry about the outside world tearing myheart up anymore than it already is asthey hold me tightly in their arms. There has to be so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/949873/  Show us what it means to be lovedwhen no one around you wants to even be near you in any way, shape and form.Especially when your life is going downhill and you have no way of climbing upthat steep hill by yourself because you havedoubts within your heart, within yourself.Sho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/949870/  My Heroes, My SaviorsThey're my heroes, my saviorsbecause they're the ones who saved mefrom myself. From the darknessthat started to surround meand my weakened heartthat almost looked it couldn't be saved.They're my heroes, my saviorsbecause they showed me thatI am not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bleeding-Schizo/949868/