Poems about Self Harm
#SelfHarm
Poetry about cutting and self harm may contain distressing poems about people battling with self harming behaviour, and the mental disorders which often accompany it.
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Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Bumped Yesterday 12:37pm
19th Sep 2023 1:53am
19th Sep 2023 1:53am
The Flowers
I've known 1,000 crooks
read 10,000 books
still like my whiskey with sour
took 500 aims
at my 5,000,000 blames
as I sit all alone at the fire
my hands are now cold
but my heart is still bold
waiting on some newfound desire
if I don't think quick
i just might miss
my opportunity to fuck up the flowers
it's been 700 months
i met 31 monks
not one of them had a thing to say
i poured 20,000 baths
to clean...
read 10,000 books
still like my whiskey with sour
took 500 aims
at my 5,000,000 blames
as I sit all alone at the fire
my hands are now cold
but my heart is still bold
waiting on some newfound desire
if I don't think quick
i just might miss
my opportunity to fuck up the flowers
it's been 700 months
i met 31 monks
not one of them had a thing to say
i poured 20,000 baths
to clean...
#anxiety
#depression
#identity
#SelfHarm
#SelfWorth
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NP_NP
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 3:43pm
13th Feb 2025 3:43pm
Reverie
I wanted you, but then I saw,
I only wanted the version of you
I built in awe.
The beguiling man with eyes so blue,
A daydream I didn’t want to undo.
How did you make my world so hazy,
Half-conscious, hypnotized, always lazy?
By your words, I was forever swept,
In reverie, where my heart wept.
But the world’s noise broke my trance,
I realized why I gave you no chance.
You left a trail of broken hearts,
A lesson learned in painful parts.
How I wish I could turn blind, ...
I only wanted the version of you
I built in awe.
The beguiling man with eyes so blue,
A daydream I didn’t want to undo.
How did you make my world so hazy,
Half-conscious, hypnotized, always lazy?
By your words, I was forever swept,
In reverie, where my heart wept.
But the world’s noise broke my trance,
I realized why I gave you no chance.
You left a trail of broken hearts,
A lesson learned in painful parts.
How I wish I could turn blind, ...
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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Nvmb
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 5:23am
7th Feb 2025 5:23am
Vestige
I trace the place where you used to rest,
fingertips ghosting over absence,
over the quiet unraveling of us.
The walls still hum with your breath,
low and distant, like a song I can’t forget.
I close my eyes,
but the melody lingers.
You were the storm I stood in willingly,
arms outstretched, waiting to drown.
And now, only echoes remain—
a silhouette in the doorway,
a whisper in the dust.
I tell myself I am free of you,
but even in my solitude,
I still speak your name.
fingertips ghosting over absence,
over the quiet unraveling of us.
The walls still hum with your breath,
low and distant, like a song I can’t forget.
I close my eyes,
but the melody lingers.
You were the storm I stood in willingly,
arms outstretched, waiting to drown.
And now, only echoes remain—
a silhouette in the doorway,
a whisper in the dust.
I tell myself I am free of you,
but even in my solitude,
I still speak your name.
#abuse
#addiction
#nightmares
#sadness
#SelfHarm
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Gorotika
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 8:46am
6th Feb 2025 8:46am
Self medication
Dear triss
i hate the number written on your body,
i hate your fat filled arms,
i hate your chunky thighs,
i hate your bulky cheeks,
I hate your need for food,
I hate your love for booze
i hate your wish for bones
And
i
i hate your lust for blood
i hate the number written on your body,
i hate your fat filled arms,
i hate your chunky thighs,
i hate your bulky cheeks,
I hate your need for food,
I hate your love for booze
i hate your wish for bones
And
i
i hate your lust for blood
#addiction
#dark
#despair
#EatingDisorder
#SelfHarm
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Drieks
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 2:19am
4th Feb 2025 2:19am
Too many bad days
So many. Had to burn ‘em.
Bad days reflect my sad face,
feeling fractured space behind my sternum.
Nobody likes me.
I’m pretty sure it’s because there’s nobody
like me.
Not even my shadow beside me can settle
the light.
See?
Too many bad days? Might be.
Said with a red face? Most likely.
Sadness, anger, disbelief.
The last three stages of life.
Madness led me to relief,
awareness built my hive for me.
Way too many sad days.
Too...
Bad days reflect my sad face,
feeling fractured space behind my sternum.
Nobody likes me.
I’m pretty sure it’s because there’s nobody
like me.
Not even my shadow beside me can settle
the light.
See?
Too many bad days? Might be.
Said with a red face? Most likely.
Sadness, anger, disbelief.
The last three stages of life.
Madness led me to relief,
awareness built my hive for me.
Way too many sad days.
Too...
#dark
#depression
#LifeStruggles #SelfHarm
#LifeStruggles #SelfHarm
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Gorotika
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 11:59pm
27th Jan 2025 11:59pm
insect enclosure
Maggots nestled beneath my bed, swarming over blood stained tissues.
Oh what a sight.
Flies buzzing in the corner of my room, happily feasting on the bowls filled with retch.
Oh what a scene
Watch your step, theres spiders on the floor.
Fragments of my mind scattered all around my room.
Watch your step, theres glass on the floor.
Locked up inside, there is no way out.
No light at the end of the tunnel
No mouth for the cave
No future, no hope
Oh so deep
Oh what a sight.
Flies buzzing in the corner of my room, happily feasting on the bowls filled with retch.
Oh what a scene
Watch your step, theres spiders on the floor.
Fragments of my mind scattered all around my room.
Watch your step, theres glass on the floor.
Locked up inside, there is no way out.
No light at the end of the tunnel
No mouth for the cave
No future, no hope
Oh so deep
#dark
#depression
#despair
#EatingDisorder
#SelfHarm
54 reads
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NoQuarter
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 6:12am
26th Jan 2025 6:12am
Anatomy Of Hurt
Flesh gives before i do.
A thin red line separates the quiet
from the screaming in my head,
proof that I'm still here,
proof that I'd rather not be.
The body betrays itself,
tender and raw,
breaking under the weight
of hands it thought it could trust.
Pain is a harmonious language-
simple, sharp,
speaking truths that can't be said out loud.
It says - you deserve this.
It says - this is all there is.
Bruises bloom, beautiful and dark,
wanting constellations on a body turned into...
A thin red line separates the quiet
from the screaming in my head,
proof that I'm still here,
proof that I'd rather not be.
The body betrays itself,
tender and raw,
breaking under the weight
of hands it thought it could trust.
Pain is a harmonious language-
simple, sharp,
speaking truths that can't be said out loud.
It says - you deserve this.
It says - this is all there is.
Bruises bloom, beautiful and dark,
wanting constellations on a body turned into...
#dark
#SelfHarm
186 reads
2 Comments
Emetophilic
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 1:06pm
21st Jan 2025 1:06pm
Pure emptiness
#depression
#EatingDisorder
#identity
#SelfHarm
#suffering
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scalesofascorpion
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 5:31pm
20th Jan 2025 5:31pm
dusk
#despair
#grief
#MentalHealth
#sadness
#SelfHarm
52 reads
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 11:26am
12th Jan 2025 11:26am
That's all your worth
Wretched but beautiful
My eyes see you but I look away
Throw yourself into a den of lions
I'll bring the popcorn and goobers
Will they eat you or spit you out
Your flesh is bitter and diseased
To much negativity and malignancy
How can one walk around with such a tainted soul?
Bless yourself in my river of urine
That's what I think of you anyway
Take it, accept it
That's all your worth
Go home and drown yourself in your bottomless, endless self pity
Hope your having a great weekend
My eyes see you but I look away
Throw yourself into a den of lions
I'll bring the popcorn and goobers
Will they eat you or spit you out
Your flesh is bitter and diseased
To much negativity and malignancy
How can one walk around with such a tainted soul?
Bless yourself in my river of urine
That's what I think of you anyway
Take it, accept it
That's all your worth
Go home and drown yourself in your bottomless, endless self pity
Hope your having a great weekend
#fiction
#hate
#manipulation
#SelfHarm
#TruthOfLife
89 reads
6 Comments
Nvmb
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 1:46pm
9th Jan 2025 1:46pm
Parasite
You sink your teeth into my spine,
A hunger endless, yet divine.
I feel you crawling through my veins,
A whispered curse I can’t contain.
You are the ache that pulls me close,
The kind of love that hurts the most.
And every breath feeds your desire,
I’m just the host; you’re the fire.
Drain me—
Take what you need.
Leave me hollow,
Let me bleed.
Your love, a wound I can’t escape,
A parasite I learn to crave.
I tried to carve you from my skin,
But every cut let you back in.
You leave your marks...
A hunger endless, yet divine.
I feel you crawling through my veins,
A whispered curse I can’t contain.
You are the ache that pulls me close,
The kind of love that hurts the most.
And every breath feeds your desire,
I’m just the host; you’re the fire.
Drain me—
Take what you need.
Leave me hollow,
Let me bleed.
Your love, a wound I can’t escape,
A parasite I learn to crave.
I tried to carve you from my skin,
But every cut let you back in.
You leave your marks...
#abuse
#addiction
#SelfHarm
#temptation
#weakness
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3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 7:39pm
6th Jan 2025 7:39pm
No Title.
"Did I not give all the love that I could give?"
Her hands are stained from the blood she drew from her skin.
She drew the monster back in.
She's saving them.
Why can't they see?
But they demand her to stop cutting again.
So, she rots, and she boils within.
The monster wants blood,
And if it's not hers,
It'll surely be theirs,
So, she hides in a corner and begins to cut her skin again.
Her hands are stained from the blood she drew from her skin.
She drew the monster back in.
She's saving them.
Why can't they see?
But they demand her to stop cutting again.
So, she rots, and she boils within.
The monster wants blood,
And if it's not hers,
It'll surely be theirs,
So, she hides in a corner and begins to cut her skin again.
#dark
#despair
#grief
#monsters
#SelfHarm
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