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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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
13th Nov 2019 00:20am
13th Nov 2019 00:20am
Bonedome Sonata Rock
Ceremonial Rock Deflector headgear, by Eric Kozak (3rd grade), PHOTO by DanKozak
The
Joy of rocks
rocks has a vast affinity for joy
beyond the imagination of our puny
little joy-stickies'.
rock
rocks
r o c k s,
though nowadays they don't seem able to
roll like "back in the day".
"back in the day". ...
The
Joy of rocks
rocks has a vast affinity for joy
beyond the imagination of our puny
little joy-stickies'.
rock
rocks
r o c k s,
though nowadays they don't seem able to
roll like "back in the day".
"back in the day". ...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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3 Comments
CeeCee-Elaine
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 8:06am
12th Nov 2019 8:06am
Little Red Lying Hood.
What's the matter, little Red?
Have you grown tired of hauling your scarlet burden;
through the vastness of his forest?
You never thought he'd stick around long enough,
to see what was kept in your basket?
Too bad it simply held lies and betrayal.
Grandmother wouldn't be so proud...
Good thing she's been dead to you for some time now,
and you took over her name in irony.
Innocence can be the only true fairy-tale,
but some still believe in magic.
So you mask your basket in a crimson cloak.
You may have a heavy...
Have you grown tired of hauling your scarlet burden;
through the vastness of his forest?
You never thought he'd stick around long enough,
to see what was kept in your basket?
Too bad it simply held lies and betrayal.
Grandmother wouldn't be so proud...
Good thing she's been dead to you for some time now,
and you took over her name in irony.
Innocence can be the only true fairy-tale,
but some still believe in magic.
So you mask your basket in a crimson cloak.
You may have a heavy...
#regret
#ImSorry
#lies
#betrayal
#SelfHarm
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poedelkietjie
Poem Published
10th Nov 2019 2:36am
10th Nov 2019 2:36am
Objective: I’m beautiful.
My body is an object,
so just use it.
Objects are stationary. They don’t move.
You just use it for your task.
Checked. Completed. Next.
These scars were from rough handling.
Like a library book. A bus stop seat.
A playground toy. A stressed out teen’s nails. Your phone’s broken screen.
Destroyed.
Broken. Ravaged. Hurt.
I just wanted you to look at someone as broken as I am and think I’m beautiful too.
Like a plucked flower in the middle of a desert. Or an old toy in the hands of an orphan. Or a chewed up pen writing poetry. Or...
so just use it.
Objects are stationary. They don’t move.
You just use it for your task.
Checked. Completed. Next.
These scars were from rough handling.
Like a library book. A bus stop seat.
A playground toy. A stressed out teen’s nails. Your phone’s broken screen.
Destroyed.
Broken. Ravaged. Hurt.
I just wanted you to look at someone as broken as I am and think I’m beautiful too.
Like a plucked flower in the middle of a desert. Or an old toy in the hands of an orphan. Or a chewed up pen writing poetry. Or...
#beauty
#SelfHarm
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1 Comment
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
5th Nov 2019 9:08pm
5th Nov 2019 9:08pm
Cut me Before I Die
you gave me the blade
so cut me
before I cry
before the pain sets in
before I die
and drown in the shit that drove me
to this place
cut me
as deep as you can slice
mince me into a million pieces
so I pay the price
come on, I dare you
to chew me alive
bloody wrists are healthy
they help me survive
sever a tendon
make it rain
pour out every ounce of me
from every vain
this life was meant to hurt
so honor it
cut me
I quit
so cut me
before I cry
before the pain sets in
before I die
and drown in the shit that drove me
to this place
cut me
as deep as you can slice
mince me into a million pieces
so I pay the price
come on, I dare you
to chew me alive
bloody wrists are healthy
they help me survive
sever a tendon
make it rain
pour out every ounce of me
from every vain
this life was meant to hurt
so honor it
cut me
I quit
#depression
#dark
#SelfHarm
59 reads
7 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
4th Nov 2019 10:58am
4th Nov 2019 10:58am
There's no MATE in TEAM
when playing childish
games of divide and conquer;
it's only a matter of time before
you end up with no one
left or right at your side
games of divide and conquer;
it's only a matter of time before
you end up with no one
left or right at your side
#loneliness
#relationships
#SelfHarm
#ShortStory
#minimalist
70 reads
11 Comments
Jofec
Poem Published
29th Oct 2019 10:29am
29th Oct 2019 10:29am
Rockin’ Roller ( brain damage- Eminem)
Ever since the day I was born,
My heart it was never loved it was torn
Wrote some shit and rockin’ roller was spawned
Now I hate my face and wish my pain would be gone
Staring at this glass,
I wish it would have asked, if I wanted a shard that sharp
All I wanted was a scar, a little tiny mark, a release from all the dark.
I’m a rockin’ rollin’ star
With a fan base thats real vast
My songs are from a heart, that has been torn apart, since I grew to bein’ large
I sing songs from my heart, they cheer and clap to my guitar ...
My heart it was never loved it was torn
Wrote some shit and rockin’ roller was spawned
Now I hate my face and wish my pain would be gone
Staring at this glass,
I wish it would have asked, if I wanted a shard that sharp
All I wanted was a scar, a little tiny mark, a release from all the dark.
I’m a rockin’ rollin’ star
With a fan base thats real vast
My songs are from a heart, that has been torn apart, since I grew to bein’ large
I sing songs from my heart, they cheer and clap to my guitar ...
#SelfHarm
#music
#lyrics
#MyInspiration
#rap
61 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
28th Oct 2019 7:49pm
28th Oct 2019 7:49pm
A DARK BLACK HOLE
#SelfHarm
#addiction
#nightmares
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Brando
Poem Published
26th Oct 2019 5:13pm
26th Oct 2019 5:13pm
So, The Candle Burns
The high store away opens up and takes him. His name is Famine. He has lived on this earth now for nearly thirty years.
Before, when he moved on its surface he said things to himself.
He looks across the long planks of the wood floor of the room that he finds himself in for today. He looks across all of the garbage and his spit. He is disgusted and he opens up and speaks aloud with no one there, as if to pray, but it is plain to see that that is not possible for him.
“I am so fucking bored and tired of this life. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I don’t know where I...
Before, when he moved on its surface he said things to himself.
He looks across the long planks of the wood floor of the room that he finds himself in for today. He looks across all of the garbage and his spit. He is disgusted and he opens up and speaks aloud with no one there, as if to pray, but it is plain to see that that is not possible for him.
“I am so fucking bored and tired of this life. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I don’t know where I...
#SelfHarm
#SelfDiscovery
#StreamOfConsciousness
35 reads
3 Comments
Codex_intelligence
Katie Dykes
Katie Dykes
Poem Published
19th Oct 2019 7:41am
19th Oct 2019 7:41am
I'm A problem
I guess i'm scared?
That one day...
You might leave?
I guess that's why i'm always next to you
Constantly tugging on your T-shirt sleeve
Maybe i'm afraid that tomorrow you wont see me the same
And maybe that might be the thing that will one day drive me insane
When i see a potential tear in the shimmering seams of my fantasy
I think out every scenario that could take place
And the problems that match them bring me back to my reality
And i guess that reality is that i can be alone
That one day this thing we have going will eventually end ...
That one day...
You might leave?
I guess that's why i'm always next to you
Constantly tugging on your T-shirt sleeve
Maybe i'm afraid that tomorrow you wont see me the same
And maybe that might be the thing that will one day drive me insane
When i see a potential tear in the shimmering seams of my fantasy
I think out every scenario that could take place
And the problems that match them bring me back to my reality
And i guess that reality is that i can be alone
That one day this thing we have going will eventually end ...
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#addiction
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
82 reads
1 Comment
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
18th Oct 2019 9:34pm
18th Oct 2019 9:34pm
Self Critique
It started with cutting just a few words,
not too much mostly cliche
but it made things worse
so I started in line by line
that seemed to work fine
apart from the habit of forcing my rhymes.
My titles never seem to work
and I think it should end
before the last verse
as most of the good stuff
is the bit that comes first.
They'll say he just stopped writing
but there's no poetry in that?
and although the petrol smell
is frightening and the tiptoed
noose is tightening.
It just comes down to the ending ...
not too much mostly cliche
but it made things worse
so I started in line by line
that seemed to work fine
apart from the habit of forcing my rhymes.
My titles never seem to work
and I think it should end
before the last verse
as most of the good stuff
is the bit that comes first.
They'll say he just stopped writing
but there's no poetry in that?
and although the petrol smell
is frightening and the tiptoed
noose is tightening.
It just comes down to the ending ...
#SelfHarm
79 reads
2 Comments
prometheus5290
Poem Published
17th Oct 2019 3:23am
17th Oct 2019 3:23am
Nested
Homesickness A is missing home after moving far away.
Homesickness B is staying very near home and never attempting your dreams.
Homesickness B is staying very near home and never attempting your dreams.
#SelfHarm
#SelfDiscovery
46 reads
4 Comments
tmoj
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Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 00:46am
11th Oct 2019 00:46am
Abandoned
(Not good enough
I don’t fit in, I'm boring
I don't belong anywhere
Did i have to be born?)
Broken objects surround me
I'm not independent
I'm irresponsible
Messing up everything
In an abandoned place
Giving into temptations
Breathing in dust
In the dark they forgot me
Water full of germs drips from mold
Burned myself because it's so cold
The screams mixed in with the bugs
I hear my voice and...
I don’t fit in, I'm boring
I don't belong anywhere
Did i have to be born?)
Broken objects surround me
I'm not independent
I'm irresponsible
Messing up everything
In an abandoned place
Giving into temptations
Breathing in dust
In the dark they forgot me
Water full of germs drips from mold
Burned myself because it's so cold
The screams mixed in with the bugs
I hear my voice and...
#rejection
#SelfHarm
#shame
#frustration
#emptiness
122 reads
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