Poems about Self Harm
#SelfHarm
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
11th Sep 2024 11:36pm
11th Sep 2024 11:36pm
Make it worth your while, cause you'll be winding up in jail
When Ron Chee's father asked him to turn off the two radio's and television set he was listening to simultaneously, Ron beat him over the head with a baseball bat. Racked with guilt over the terrible thing he had done, Ron decided to kill himself. First though, he went bowling. He didn't bowl to well.
Then with the money he stole from dad's wallet, he took himself to a 5 star restaurant. From there he went to visit his grandmother (his father's mother). He told his grandmother that dad is in a much happier place. She tried calling the police when he revealed he killed her son. That...
Then with the money he stole from dad's wallet, he took himself to a 5 star restaurant. From there he went to visit his grandmother (his father's mother). He told his grandmother that dad is in a much happier place. She tried calling the police when he revealed he killed her son. That...
#death
#fiction
#MentalHealth
#murder
#SelfHarm
50 reads
2 Comments
ArnoMalan1
Arno
Arno
Poem Published
11th Sep 2024 9:02pm
11th Sep 2024 9:02pm
Inside
#dark
#depression
#SelfHarm #vulnerability
#SelfHarm #vulnerability
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
9th Sep 2024 8:21pm
9th Sep 2024 8:21pm
The Asylum, circa 1900
The people at the dreary hotel
Are either aged or unwell
The guests who chose to stay aloof
Lie wrapped in rugs upon the roof
A statue with a gas-lamp torch
Has toppled over on the porch
The way others wish to go
Have been obscured by drifted snow
Unknown objects falling from the air
The careful stroller better beware
It's known that the skating pond conceals
A family of enormous eels
Those who have escaped can die with dignity
Tortured, raped & beaten by the malignity
The monuments above the dead
Are too eroded...
Are either aged or unwell
The guests who chose to stay aloof
Lie wrapped in rugs upon the roof
A statue with a gas-lamp torch
Has toppled over on the porch
The way others wish to go
Have been obscured by drifted snow
Unknown objects falling from the air
The careful stroller better beware
It's known that the skating pond conceals
A family of enormous eels
Those who have escaped can die with dignity
Tortured, raped & beaten by the malignity
The monuments above the dead
Are too eroded...
#illness
#MentalHealth
#rhyming
#SelfHarm
#ShortStory
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AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 1:42pm
6th Sep 2024 1:42pm
Delete
voice
tells me
in a whisper
die
die
die
for the benefit
of all living beings
die
die
die
for your own good
delete
your programme
pull the plug
tells me
in a whisper
die
die
die
for the benefit
of all living beings
die
die
die
for your own good
delete
your programme
pull the plug
#apathy
#depression
#emptiness
#MentalHealth
#SelfHarm
84 reads
2 Comments
AprylNovember
A.R.M.
A.R.M.
Poem Published
4th Sep 2024 2:37am
4th Sep 2024 2:37am
Suicide is mean
What suicide produces.
Is a special kind of pain.
Added to the losses.
Is rejection inhumane.
The largest betrayal.
Because you never doubted.
Believing the portrayal.
Your truth is now clouded.
It forfeits all the reason.
This alone is torture.
A painful kind of treason.
From taking, out of order.
You'll never understand.
Though you try to see.
Hurt runs every moment again.
A show how suicide is mean.
A pain transferred.
Then left alone to cope.
Forever unanswered.
Where...
Is a special kind of pain.
Added to the losses.
Is rejection inhumane.
The largest betrayal.
Because you never doubted.
Believing the portrayal.
Your truth is now clouded.
It forfeits all the reason.
This alone is torture.
A painful kind of treason.
From taking, out of order.
You'll never understand.
Though you try to see.
Hurt runs every moment again.
A show how suicide is mean.
A pain transferred.
Then left alone to cope.
Forever unanswered.
Where...
#MentalHealth
#SelfHarm
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moony_
Poem Published
28th Aug 2024 3:11am
28th Aug 2024 3:11am
Three Tears Left My Eyes
And all of a sudden
I am measuring my arms
And wrists
Realizing they are the same size
As my little cousins leg
And I can still see my ribs
And I feel as though I am nothing but bone
And I look in the mirror
I see a skeleton
With bloodied limbs
Cut by its own fingernails
Now I cannot unsee that same skeleton
With its bloody hands
Covered over its old faded scars
I see it every time I look at me
And it asks
“Wouldn’t you like to see your blood again?”
I am measuring my arms
And wrists
Realizing they are the same size
As my little cousins leg
And I can still see my ribs
And I feel as though I am nothing but bone
And I look in the mirror
I see a skeleton
With bloodied limbs
Cut by its own fingernails
Now I cannot unsee that same skeleton
With its bloody hands
Covered over its old faded scars
I see it every time I look at me
And it asks
“Wouldn’t you like to see your blood again?”
#myself
#SelfHarm
116 reads
4 Comments
scalesofascorpion
Poem Published
27th Aug 2024 8:02pm
27th Aug 2024 8:02pm
issues
when you call it’s so immediate
you want me wet and all I’m donning
is your fancy dress socks, my eyes crossed
you overwhelm me and I can’t get enough
I’m leaving bruises on my arms again
I don’t even care who sees me wearing them
does it make it worse if it’s intentional?
mutilation to release the emotional damage
would you even miss me?
I just want to feel relevant
I know something is missing
there’s an absence when you kiss me
breaking mirrors in my bathroom
exploding glass and perfume
try to focus on...
you want me wet and all I’m donning
is your fancy dress socks, my eyes crossed
you overwhelm me and I can’t get enough
I’m leaving bruises on my arms again
I don’t even care who sees me wearing them
does it make it worse if it’s intentional?
mutilation to release the emotional damage
would you even miss me?
I just want to feel relevant
I know something is missing
there’s an absence when you kiss me
breaking mirrors in my bathroom
exploding glass and perfume
try to focus on...
#hurt
#MentalHealth
#relationships
#rhyming
#SelfHarm
116 reads
5 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
21st Aug 2024 12:19pm
21st Aug 2024 12:19pm
Distate for you my love
Wretched but beautiful
My eyes see you but I look away
Throw yourself into a den of lions
I'll bring the popcorn and snowcaps
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
Have a great weekend
My eyes see you but I look away
Throw yourself into a den of lions
I'll bring the popcorn and snowcaps
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
Have a great weekend
#fiction
#hate
#manipulation
#SelfHarm
#TruthOfLife
71 reads
10 Comments
LunaDahlia
Poem Published
19th Aug 2024 11:46am
19th Aug 2024 11:46am
Malice, At Last
Dark Embrace
Poise and grace
I hide my cuts
With cotton and lace.
Dead, I'm in trouble
Playing the double
I shall rebuild my crown
And kingdom from rubble!
Judgement presides
The law abides
The High Court says
No taking sides!
I am dead
As the Red Queen said,
She stole my throne
Off with her head!
Guileless wraith
Losing my faith
Darkness consumes
Nothing she saith
Descend to the fire
Trapped in the mire
Alone when we know
The situation is dire. ...
Poise and grace
I hide my cuts
With cotton and lace.
Dead, I'm in trouble
Playing the double
I shall rebuild my crown
And kingdom from rubble!
Judgement presides
The law abides
The High Court says
No taking sides!
I am dead
As the Red Queen said,
She stole my throne
Off with her head!
Guileless wraith
Losing my faith
Darkness consumes
Nothing she saith
Descend to the fire
Trapped in the mire
Alone when we know
The situation is dire. ...
#anger
#FeelingLost
#hurt
#SelfHarm
#violence
197 reads
6 Comments
thoughtsdie
Poem Published
17th Aug 2024 5:35pm
17th Aug 2024 5:35pm
I miss shadows
I miss my little light
It kept me sane
Inside the darkness of my pain
Now crawling alone
Where my shadows used to glow
They've outgrown me
Faded into a place unknown
Where is my lighter
I miss my casted friends
It kept me sane
Inside the darkness of my pain
Now crawling alone
Where my shadows used to glow
They've outgrown me
Faded into a place unknown
Where is my lighter
I miss my casted friends
#depression
#despair
#SelfHarm
#suffering
#FeelingLost
153 reads
2 Comments
Devyn
Poem Published
8th Aug 2024 7:41pm
8th Aug 2024 7:41pm
Help me be okay
My limbs leak the colour of
unescapable sadness
The kind of beauty you can only find
Razor deep
When one weak moment leads
To years of decay
How far can I go,
Without drying my veins?
unescapable sadness
The kind of beauty you can only find
Razor deep
When one weak moment leads
To years of decay
How far can I go,
Without drying my veins?
#hurt
#SelfHarm
156 reads
0 Comments
BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Bumped 5th Aug 2024 2:34pm
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
i'm so good at fuckin up the flowers
it's been 700 months
i met 31 monks
not one of them had a thing to say ...
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
i'm so good at fuckin up the flowers
it's been 700 months
i met 31 monks
not one of them had a thing to say ...
#anxiety
#depression
#identity
#SelfHarm
#SelfWorth
359 reads
19 Comments
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