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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Wired6
Poem Published
26th Nov 2021 10:51am
26th Nov 2021 10:51am
Ordered Disorder.
She...So pretty
She....Doesn't think so
She...Walks around alone
She...Rarely does what other's need 2 do 2 stay alive
She...Always feels like a big fat pig
She....Prefers smoking
Chain,chain,chain smoking
No space for words 2 come out
She... Hates dinner time
She.... Thinks her family have figured it out
She... Watches every mouthful of miniscule food
She... Refrains 2 put in her mouth
"Is that all your eating?" Her mother quietly shouts
She... Quietly shouts back-"Yes-may I be excused now?"
©Wired6.6/08/2021
She....Doesn't think so
She...Walks around alone
She...Rarely does what other's need 2 do 2 stay alive
She...Always feels like a big fat pig
She....Prefers smoking
Chain,chain,chain smoking
No space for words 2 come out
She... Hates dinner time
She.... Thinks her family have figured it out
She... Watches every mouthful of miniscule food
She... Refrains 2 put in her mouth
"Is that all your eating?" Her mother quietly shouts
She... Quietly shouts back-"Yes-may I be excused now?"
©Wired6.6/08/2021
#depression
#SelfHarm
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Madcinder
Poem Published
20th Nov 2021 11:56pm
20th Nov 2021 11:56pm
My Name Is Mud
Everybody hates me.
Even my own wife.
Everybody wants me.
To end my fucking life.
I can’t take the abuse.
Can’t take it anymore.
If I am no use.
What good am I for?
You know me.
You’ve heard my name.
I never do anything I should.
So blow me.
Cause I’m so lame.
We all know that my name is mud.
And that’s my fame.
I’m such a loser.
I lost it all.
I’m less than nothing.
I dropped the ball.
Go ahead, say it.
I ain’t worth shit.
If there’s any dirt.
I’m covered in...
Even my own wife.
Everybody wants me.
To end my fucking life.
I can’t take the abuse.
Can’t take it anymore.
If I am no use.
What good am I for?
You know me.
You’ve heard my name.
I never do anything I should.
So blow me.
Cause I’m so lame.
We all know that my name is mud.
And that’s my fame.
I’m such a loser.
I lost it all.
I’m less than nothing.
I dropped the ball.
Go ahead, say it.
I ain’t worth shit.
If there’s any dirt.
I’m covered in...
#depression
#SelfHarm
#lyrics
#MentalHealth
#frustration
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Bumped 20th Nov 2021 9:37pm
25th May 2021 9:36pm
25th May 2021 9:36pm
Uninvited guest
There's always someone there
Watching my every move
He knows what I'm thinking
And sees everything I do
I tell everyone I'm good
Never felt better
But he knows the truth
The noose is getting tighter
I run but he follows
Always in my sight
Try to walk the straight and narrow
But he pulls me to the side
He pulls me under
My uninvited guest
I know I'll be forever
Forbidden to take rest
What else can I do
I'm just playing host
Eternally possessed
And haunted by my ghost
Watching my every move
He knows what I'm thinking
And sees everything I do
I tell everyone I'm good
Never felt better
But he knows the truth
The noose is getting tighter
I run but he follows
Always in my sight
Try to walk the straight and narrow
But he pulls me to the side
He pulls me under
My uninvited guest
I know I'll be forever
Forbidden to take rest
What else can I do
I'm just playing host
Eternally possessed
And haunted by my ghost
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
218 reads
10 Comments
Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
19th Nov 2021 2:38am
19th Nov 2021 2:38am
Cuts
Sometimes I think that I am finally done with aching to be sunken into the oblivion waiting for me below; and then it all comes back to me so fucking fast.
I miss the way it used to burn, how the neurons living inside of the flesh resting on my bones would cry out, but that was alright,
Because then at least for a moment; the world was quiet.
I miss how it would silence the numbness living inside of my hollowed out bones
And how it reminded me that I was alive.
I know it must sound Bizarre, to miss tearing into the flesh and bone living on my body, ...
I miss the way it used to burn, how the neurons living inside of the flesh resting on my bones would cry out, but that was alright,
Because then at least for a moment; the world was quiet.
I miss how it would silence the numbness living inside of my hollowed out bones
And how it reminded me that I was alive.
I know it must sound Bizarre, to miss tearing into the flesh and bone living on my body, ...
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth
58 reads
2 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
18th Nov 2021 9:56pm
18th Nov 2021 9:56pm
I swore off writing sex poems for about 8 hours and then promptly wrote some more .....
Hey if it's not erotic
Then I'm psychotic
Looking for narcotics
So be my muse
Try to amuse
If not
I'll take a snooze
I hate rhyme
You have nice tits
Take off your clothes
Then I'm psychotic
Looking for narcotics
So be my muse
Try to amuse
If not
I'll take a snooze
I hate rhyme
You have nice tits
Take off your clothes
#SelfHarm
#bipolar
#insomnia
#addiction
#apathy
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18 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Bumped 18th Nov 2021 8:29pm
26th May 2021 9:59pm
26th May 2021 9:59pm
Rise above the wreckage
I saw the moon today
Blood red streaked across the sky
Time has come, none to waste
Dry the river of tears from your eyes
Don't hold onto things
Things don't last
Rise above the wreckage
And forget the past
Hold close to me
Lift me higher
The noose around my neck
Keeps getting tighter
I'm slipping away
Time crawls so slow
Relieve me of this pain
It's ok to let go
Don't hold onto me
I can't last
Rise above the wreckage
And forget the past
Blood red streaked across the sky
Time has come, none to waste
Dry the river of tears from your eyes
Don't hold onto things
Things don't last
Rise above the wreckage
And forget the past
Hold close to me
Lift me higher
The noose around my neck
Keeps getting tighter
I'm slipping away
Time crawls so slow
Relieve me of this pain
It's ok to let go
Don't hold onto me
I can't last
Rise above the wreckage
And forget the past
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
158 reads
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Vortex32167
Poem Published
17th Nov 2021 4:19pm
17th Nov 2021 4:19pm
He is ….
He is merciless,
As he is cruel.
Defiant to the end,
Don’t mistake him for a fool.
He will cut and scar,
Markings show on the skin.
He will burn and char,
The fire comes from within.
No way to escape his torture,
No place to hide from the pain.
He will show you my horrors,
I welcome you to my domain.
As he is cruel.
Defiant to the end,
Don’t mistake him for a fool.
He will cut and scar,
Markings show on the skin.
He will burn and char,
The fire comes from within.
No way to escape his torture,
No place to hide from the pain.
He will show you my horrors,
I welcome you to my domain.
#dark
#SelfHarm
#suicide #MentalHealth
#suicide #MentalHealth
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tea_for_bee
Bella C.
Bella C.
Poem Published
17th Nov 2021 3:53am
17th Nov 2021 3:53am
An Ode to My Skin
Skin breaks beneath mind,
The pressure holding tight.
Their words in red,
Underlined.
But I can’t quite get it right.
Up and down,
Side to side,
I cannot crack the code.
All I crack is my poor, poor skin;
And so I write this ode.
It wraps my frame,
It clings to my bones.
And though I weep for my poor, poor skin,
I weep more when I’m alone.
The pressure holding tight.
Their words in red,
Underlined.
But I can’t quite get it right.
Up and down,
Side to side,
I cannot crack the code.
All I crack is my poor, poor skin;
And so I write this ode.
It wraps my frame,
It clings to my bones.
And though I weep for my poor, poor skin,
I weep more when I’m alone.
#SelfHarm
#suffering
58 reads
2 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
5th Nov 2021 12:44pm
5th Nov 2021 12:44pm
Made In His Image
you said you c/wouldn’t understand
then you put a blade in my hand
you taught me how to idolize pain
then said it’s my fault if life is boring
Dad, I hurt myself for you, and
Mom, you’re making excuses, too
it was a setup; growing up
with a cold, bitter heart
and now, I’m his little ghost
made in his image, just so
then you put a blade in my hand
you taught me how to idolize pain
then said it’s my fault if life is boring
Dad, I hurt myself for you, and
Mom, you’re making excuses, too
it was a setup; growing up
with a cold, bitter heart
and now, I’m his little ghost
made in his image, just so
#anger
#family
#SelfHarm
#ghosts
#responsibility
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nightbirdblue
Poem Published
4th Nov 2021 12:35pm
4th Nov 2021 12:35pm
MA in Pain
You were unavailable
But I sought your affection
This was an act of self-harm
You taught me just how
Through your neglect
And your lack of empathy
I learned how to hurt
More than I needed to
It was all over you
Because if that is all
That you have to teach me
I’ll become an expert at hurting
But I sought your affection
This was an act of self-harm
You taught me just how
Through your neglect
And your lack of empathy
I learned how to hurt
More than I needed to
It was all over you
Because if that is all
That you have to teach me
I’ll become an expert at hurting
#rejection
#father
#childhood
#SelfHarm
#hurt
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nightbirdblue
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2021 9:28pm
2nd Nov 2021 9:28pm
Self-Help
self-inflicted pain is self-defense
how many ways can I convince
it’s that part that keeps hurting
that part of me I keep working on
bending and folding into it
melting and molding until it
shapes me under the pressure of
friction and stress, predictions of
what it will take
to shake it and how I’ll feel
given the consequences
are very real
they were real
[ I can’t heal ]
I can heal
I can
I swear it
or I
wouldn’t be here
how many ways can I convince
it’s that part that keeps hurting
that part of me I keep working on
bending and folding into it
melting and molding until it
shapes me under the pressure of
friction and stress, predictions of
what it will take
to shake it and how I’ll feel
given the consequences
are very real
they were real
[ I can’t heal ]
I can heal
I can
I swear it
or I
wouldn’t be here
#grief
#SelfHarm
#memories
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
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Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
24th Oct 2021 4:27am
24th Oct 2021 4:27am
An Ocean away
I think that If I spent as much time hating the person living inside of me as much as I did picking at every other piece of myself, it might not be so bad.
I don't remember where it all started, where it became less beauty and more hellfire.
I don't know when it became less about being starved and more about being starving,
Or where the anger came from, or why it still bubbles and pools under my skin like hot volcanic magma.
I think that If I spent as much time hating the human being living on the inside of my skin as I did trying to learn to love her, that the...
I don't remember where it all started, where it became less beauty and more hellfire.
I don't know when it became less about being starved and more about being starving,
Or where the anger came from, or why it still bubbles and pools under my skin like hot volcanic magma.
I think that If I spent as much time hating the human being living on the inside of my skin as I did trying to learn to love her, that the...
#identity
#SelfHarm
#SelfDiscovery
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