Self harm Poems
Scars of silence
by Ayla R
I wear a mask to hold in place
A painted smile upon my face;
But underneath this outer shell,
Lies hidden deep an inner hell
Each whispered word- a silent plea,
Yet no one sees the ghost in me.
My head is filled with endless thoughts
Some battles won, but this one's lost
The blade I hold inside my hand
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seasons
by abbagail hall
During the summer was the best.
During the summer i became clean from self harm.
During the summer i was so happy.
During the summer in the best state of mind.
Then fall hit.
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by aaa bccyyyyy
Continue readingAt The Door
by Jeff Bresee
Curled up in the corner
in dead of the night.
Afraid of darkness
and praying for light.
Eyes peer from the ceiling.
Hands reach from the floor.
Hearts beat from the walls
and he stands at the door.
......
Cut and another cut
by Siyana Tsvetkova
Cut and cut into my skin
The knife now felling dull and my hand filled with scrapes And blood
Maybe it's an act for attention for help
Maybe it's an act of anger
Maybe it's both
Or maybe I'm just crazy
Crazy enough to do this to myself just so I can feel something
Even if it's pain even if it's sadness
I wanna feel something or maybe I'm begging for attention I don't know
It's hard to admit you actually do it that you actually hurt yourself
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Cut and another cut
by Siyana Tsvetkova
Cut and cut into my skin
The knife now felling dull and my hand filled with scrapes And blood
Maybe it's an act for attention for help
Maybe it's an act of anger
Maybe it's both
Or maybe I'm just crazy
Crazy enough to do this to myself just so I can feel something
Even if it's pain even if it's sadness
I wanna feel something or maybe I'm begging for attention I don't know
It's hard to admit you actually do it that you actually hurt yourself
......
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by aaa bccss
Continue readingyyyyy
by aaa bccyyyyy
Continue readingScars of silence
by Ayla R
I wear a mask to hold in place
A painted smile upon my face;
But underneath this outer shell,
Lies hidden deep an inner hell
Each whispered word- a silent plea,
Yet no one sees the ghost in me.
My head is filled with endless thoughts
Some battles won, but this one's lost
The blade I hold inside my hand
......
At The Door
by Jeff Bresee
Curled up in the corner
in dead of the night.
Afraid of darkness
and praying for light.
Eyes peer from the ceiling.
Hands reach from the floor.
Hearts beat from the walls
and he stands at the door.
......
