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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inechoingsilence
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:39am
Yesterday 3:39am
Don't Let Go
In the depths of quietest night
While the world I know is asleep
The silence profoundly deep
I hear you from another galaxy
Your voice is my clarion call
Begging me not to let you fall
I silently scream with all I am
Can you hear me across the universe?
Each moment is forever, so it seems
Broken heart full of shattered dreams
You yearn to cease, to disappear
To sleep forever, as if never here
Hang on just a little bit longer
I know you are so much stronger
Then all adversaries in your mind
Stay with...
While the world I know is asleep
The silence profoundly deep
I hear you from another galaxy
Your voice is my clarion call
Begging me not to let you fall
I silently scream with all I am
Can you hear me across the universe?
Each moment is forever, so it seems
Broken heart full of shattered dreams
You yearn to cease, to disappear
To sleep forever, as if never here
Hang on just a little bit longer
I know you are so much stronger
Then all adversaries in your mind
Stay with...
#dark
#SelfHarm
#suicide #despair
#suicide #despair
23 reads
4 Comments
NightingaleTears
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2019 4:24pm
23rd Apr 2019 4:24pm
Awakening
Awakeness in a frozen mental frame.
Sending me more mad in the brain.
I seem to want to cut myself off.
Reality so pointless.
Daydreaming so pointless.
My whole awakening of being.
Fractured in the making.
People always taking.
Everything. My life. No dreams.
Just an answer to the questions they scream.
Me. Me.. I'm weightless.
Ready to fly off the edge.
You won't understand.
You're not in this awakening.
You're not on the path.
You won't understand why I want to end it.
Unless you do... then what...
Sending me more mad in the brain.
I seem to want to cut myself off.
Reality so pointless.
Daydreaming so pointless.
My whole awakening of being.
Fractured in the making.
People always taking.
Everything. My life. No dreams.
Just an answer to the questions they scream.
Me. Me.. I'm weightless.
Ready to fly off the edge.
You won't understand.
You're not in this awakening.
You're not on the path.
You won't understand why I want to end it.
Unless you do... then what...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
20 reads
0 Comments
ThiaTartorum
Poem Published
21st Apr 2019 6:36am
21st Apr 2019 6:36am
Six Years
#dark
#abuse
#MeToo
#SelfHarm
#shame
48 reads
10 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
18th Apr 2019 00:14am
18th Apr 2019 00:14am
What I Could Do
I could cry you a river
and drown the words you say
tie them to stones
toss them away
I could carve at my skin
with a razor blade
write down my feelings
to make sure they stayed
I could run far away
leave your name in the dust
but I can’t forget you
you broke my trust
I could drive to the bridge
wave goodbye
leave this all behind
and finally fly
I could believe
you’d take it all back
but it’s easier to die
let it all fade to black
and drown the words you say
tie them to stones
toss them away
I could carve at my skin
with a razor blade
write down my feelings
to make sure they stayed
I could run far away
leave your name in the dust
but I can’t forget you
you broke my trust
I could drive to the bridge
wave goodbye
leave this all behind
and finally fly
I could believe
you’d take it all back
but it’s easier to die
let it all fade to black
#sadness
#SelfHarm
#despair
#hurt
#NaPoWriMo2019
54 reads
8 Comments
Zombee_Kat
Zombee Kat
Zombee Kat
Poem Published
16th Apr 2019 8:33am
16th Apr 2019 8:33am
Souvenirs
Time marches on just like it always has
The sand is trickling through my hour glass
And all my memories seem so far away
They're slowly sinking into the past
These lines I've carved into my flesh
Were once a vibrant, violent red
The way they're fading back to pale
It fills my head with silent dread
These scars have made me who I am
And they remind me where I've been
Sometimes I fear, that without my souvenirs
There's a chance I'll find my way back there again
The sand is trickling through my hour glass
And all my memories seem so far away
They're slowly sinking into the past
These lines I've carved into my flesh
Were once a vibrant, violent red
The way they're fading back to pale
It fills my head with silent dread
These scars have made me who I am
And they remind me where I've been
Sometimes I fear, that without my souvenirs
There's a chance I'll find my way back there again
#depression
#regret
#strength #SelfHarm
#strength #SelfHarm
41 reads
1 Comment
Sundaegirl
Poem Published
14th Apr 2019 5:01pm
14th Apr 2019 5:01pm
Inside My Head
There’s no monsters under my bed
Instead they’ve moved to inside my head
The screams aren’t let out at night
Instead I mentally scream in broad daylight
I can’t escape the intrusive thoughts
Blood red, in my head I’m already dead
Broken girls can’t believe when I love you is said
Love and me don’t mix I’m damaged goods
I don’t know if I’ll ever be outta these woods
Self hate is poison and it’s started to spread
Can’t get these voices out of my head
Big smiles and laughs are the best disguise
“I’m Fine” is the most dangerous...
Instead they’ve moved to inside my head
The screams aren’t let out at night
Instead I mentally scream in broad daylight
I can’t escape the intrusive thoughts
Blood red, in my head I’m already dead
Broken girls can’t believe when I love you is said
Love and me don’t mix I’m damaged goods
I don’t know if I’ll ever be outta these woods
Self hate is poison and it’s started to spread
Can’t get these voices out of my head
Big smiles and laughs are the best disguise
“I’m Fine” is the most dangerous...
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth
#emptiness
44 reads
2 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
8th Apr 2019 3:19am
8th Apr 2019 3:19am
On Her Sleeve
there she goes again
scribbling little words
and jotting down her thoughts
engraved in red
under fabric
satin and lace masking
her emotional outpouring
only the finest of ink
can reflect such words
the deepest things
never can erase
she’ll try her best
to keep her novel safe
it hurts less to read it herself
yes, only she can see
until she writes again
and pulls up her bloody shirt sleeve
scribbling little words
and jotting down her thoughts
engraved in red
under fabric
satin and lace masking
her emotional outpouring
only the finest of ink
can reflect such words
the deepest things
never can erase
she’ll try her best
to keep her novel safe
it hurts less to read it herself
yes, only she can see
until she writes again
and pulls up her bloody shirt sleeve
#sadness
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm
#NaPoWriMo2019
51 reads
2 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
5th Apr 2019 7:41am
5th Apr 2019 7:41am
Something Repulsive
Blood drips from the knife
Little slices
To get some feeling back
In the mirror
I see something repulsive
An ugly mess of emotion
On the edge of the world
Looking down into the dark abyss
Just want to jump
Don’t want salvation
Or need redemption
There’s no place for either
I face the day
Without the blanket of darkness
The light burns me
My skin invites more pain
The scars tattooed
Are my barcode identification
Little slices
To get some feeling back
In the mirror
I see something repulsive
An ugly mess of emotion
On the edge of the world
Looking down into the dark abyss
Just want to jump
Don’t want salvation
Or need redemption
There’s no place for either
I face the day
Without the blanket of darkness
The light burns me
My skin invites more pain
The scars tattooed
Are my barcode identification
#SelfHarm
#SelfWorth
29 reads
0 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
5th Apr 2019 1:45am
5th Apr 2019 1:45am
Little Broken Thing
little broken things
scattered on the floor
shards of glass and porcelain
and a broken little door
the little broken things
are what make up little me
I wonder if I were whole
how normal would I be?
little broken wings
on a dainty butterfly
she tries to fly away
but never touches the sky
she’s tried to piece together
her little severed shards
but fitting them together
is like building a house of cards
a little broken razor
to a skinny little arm
breaking is a little easier
with a...
scattered on the floor
shards of glass and porcelain
and a broken little door
the little broken things
are what make up little me
I wonder if I were whole
how normal would I be?
little broken wings
on a dainty butterfly
she tries to fly away
but never touches the sky
she’s tried to piece together
her little severed shards
but fitting them together
is like building a house of cards
a little broken razor
to a skinny little arm
breaking is a little easier
with a...
#anxiety
#depression
#dark
#SelfHarm
#NaPoWriMo2019
64 reads
10 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
28th Mar 2019 9:23pm
28th Mar 2019 9:23pm
Suicidica
#death
#SelfHarm
#suicide #confessional
#suicide #confessional
117 reads
33 Comments
MysteryWoman25
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2019 8:25pm
22nd Mar 2019 8:25pm
Secrets
I cut just to watch the blood drip
Like the petals falling off a rose
On a cold November day
I break the mirror because
I hate what I see
Ugly! Ugly! Ugly!
It screams at me
I cover my ears
As a slowly fall to the floor
Make it stop. Please
I beg and I cry
Make these feelings go away
I burn myself
Just to feel
I'm broken you know
No. You don't know.
You don't know how it feels
To be used all your life
The thoughts that race thru my mind
You will never understand
Wear my heart upon my sleeve ...
Like the petals falling off a rose
On a cold November day
I break the mirror because
I hate what I see
Ugly! Ugly! Ugly!
It screams at me
I cover my ears
As a slowly fall to the floor
Make it stop. Please
I beg and I cry
Make these feelings go away
I burn myself
Just to feel
I'm broken you know
No. You don't know.
You don't know how it feels
To be used all your life
The thoughts that race thru my mind
You will never understand
Wear my heart upon my sleeve ...
#SelfHarm
#suicide
59 reads
1 Comment
LivDiane
Liv Diane
Liv Diane
Poem Published
16th Mar 2019 3:42am
16th Mar 2019 3:42am
Roll the Dice
My mind is unwell, I may be sick
Thoughts so wrong, so quite unfit
I’ve been trying to force things
And it seems that I should quit
But I wonder about in the dark
I haven’t been seeing things clearly
My words will have surely cost me
And I fear that I am suffering dearly
I know now that I mustn't stop
This will pain me so much to do,
But I will not cease in my efforts,
Though these words I may rue
Rules I’ll break, grounds I’ll shake
And for all of the gods I shall defy
The things I’ll do to...
Thoughts so wrong, so quite unfit
I’ve been trying to force things
And it seems that I should quit
But I wonder about in the dark
I haven’t been seeing things clearly
My words will have surely cost me
And I fear that I am suffering dearly
I know now that I mustn't stop
This will pain me so much to do,
But I will not cease in my efforts,
Though these words I may rue
Rules I’ll break, grounds I’ll shake
And for all of the gods I shall defy
The things I’ll do to...
#SelfHarm
#illness
#MentalHealth
94 reads
8 Comments
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