Poems About Self Harm Seeking Friendly Advice
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DallasNichols
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 8:29pm
16th Nov 2024 8:29pm
Mental Illness
#confessional
#dark
#depression
#SelfHarm
#suicide
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Nixprty
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 3:03am
16th Nov 2024 3:03am
Retire (The Morning After Forever)
The morning will be waiting by the door when I get home.
The ground will be waiting for my arrival,
The bathroom sink calls,
Blood flows smoothly down the drain.
Past my eyes is a reservoir full of water,
It leaks out of my mouth and ears.
I hate the way the water tastes,
I hate the way I can feel my tongue on my own lips.
When I slice the surface of my vessel,
My soul spills out onto the floor,
It flows smoothly down the drain.
The morning will be waiting by the door when I get home.
I wade through the world like a husk,...
The ground will be waiting for my arrival,
The bathroom sink calls,
Blood flows smoothly down the drain.
Past my eyes is a reservoir full of water,
It leaks out of my mouth and ears.
I hate the way the water tastes,
I hate the way I can feel my tongue on my own lips.
When I slice the surface of my vessel,
My soul spills out onto the floor,
It flows smoothly down the drain.
The morning will be waiting by the door when I get home.
I wade through the world like a husk,...
#dark
#despair
#SelfHarm
#shame
#suicide
94 reads
2 Comments
LunaDahlia
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 6:24am
14th Nov 2024 6:24am
Rivulets
A silver glint of a sharper edge
Impatient as fuck for a river to dredge
Trembling fingers and expectant breath
"I swear on my life it won't lead to my death"
I just want it to hurt, so I turn the blade
I rip my skin open and let myself fade
It's agony; keeping my thoughts from that bliss
Months may have passed, but you're certainly missed
I miss it so much, my skin sings for the pain
But I can't lest my bedsheets get stained
I may have one reason to live, but I'd still like to die
For fucks sake, it's been so long since I've...
Impatient as fuck for a river to dredge
Trembling fingers and expectant breath
"I swear on my life it won't lead to my death"
I just want it to hurt, so I turn the blade
I rip my skin open and let myself fade
It's agony; keeping my thoughts from that bliss
Months may have passed, but you're certainly missed
I miss it so much, my skin sings for the pain
But I can't lest my bedsheets get stained
I may have one reason to live, but I'd still like to die
For fucks sake, it's been so long since I've...
#despair
#SelfHarm
122 reads
7 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 10:28pm
11th Nov 2024 10:28pm
my scars
my scars
run much
deeper
than any
someone
will see
on the
surface.
run much
deeper
than any
someone
will see
on the
surface.
#disability
#MentalHealth
#SelfHarm
#vulnerability
#weakness
107 reads
8 Comments
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
171 reads
2 Comments
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
162 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
172 reads
5 Comments
gracemarie
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 2:28am
2nd Aug 2024 2:28am
Scars
I used to be ashamed of my scars
I tried to hide every single one
I didn't want people know
how much damage had been done
I wanted to get them covered
with a needle and ink
Now I'm glad I didn't
I stopped caring what people think
Every scar is precious to me
Because of the memories they hold
Every single one is a story to be told
Even the ones I did to myself
I smile when I see
Because it's reminder I'm able to overcome whatever life throws at me
Never be ashamed of your scars ...
I tried to hide every single one
I didn't want people know
how much damage had been done
I wanted to get them covered
with a needle and ink
Now I'm glad I didn't
I stopped caring what people think
Every scar is precious to me
Because of the memories they hold
Every single one is a story to be told
Even the ones I did to myself
I smile when I see
Because it's reminder I'm able to overcome whatever life throws at me
Never be ashamed of your scars ...
#hope
#nostalgia
#SelfHarm #strength
#SelfHarm #strength
270 reads
3 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
24th Jul 2024 6:16am
24th Jul 2024 6:16am
The Allure of a Stab Wound
I hate that blood dries brown.
The rich redness fades into an ugly burnt orange,
Sheer and dry.
I hate that skin heals.
My cells slowly stitching my skin back together,
Leaving behind an ugly purplish line.
I hate that I know.
That everyone else knows.
Blinking up at myself,
Bacteria swirling in the smell of copper.
Lapping at the puddle of slickness,
Saliva mixing with clotting blood.
Nursing my wounds,
Hoping the skin is numb enough to feel like it’s...
The rich redness fades into an ugly burnt orange,
Sheer and dry.
I hate that skin heals.
My cells slowly stitching my skin back together,
Leaving behind an ugly purplish line.
I hate that I know.
That everyone else knows.
Blinking up at myself,
Bacteria swirling in the smell of copper.
Lapping at the puddle of slickness,
Saliva mixing with clotting blood.
Nursing my wounds,
Hoping the skin is numb enough to feel like it’s...
#MentalHealth
#SelfHarm
174 reads
2 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
14th Jun 2024 8:48am
14th Jun 2024 8:48am
How to Hurt
There are many methods of self harm.
So many ways to cure the ache,
With the sharp burning sensation of pain.
Getting into a fight because it felt so good to be hit,
And even better to hit back.
Burning the tips of my fingers until they were dark and hard,
Slicing the skin off the next morning.
Punching myself in the face,
Watching the blood pool just under the surface of my skin.
Isolating myself,
It hurts more when you hurt...
So many ways to cure the ache,
With the sharp burning sensation of pain.
Getting into a fight because it felt so good to be hit,
And even better to hit back.
Burning the tips of my fingers until they were dark and hard,
Slicing the skin off the next morning.
Punching myself in the face,
Watching the blood pool just under the surface of my skin.
Isolating myself,
It hurts more when you hurt...
#SelfHarm
258 reads
1 Comment
Nixprty
Poem Published
16th May 2024 2:46am
16th May 2024 2:46am
The Warm Familiarity of Death (And all its Counterparts)
I’ve known death longer than I’ve known life.
It’s all I knew before this world,
It’s all I’ll know after.
Maybe that’s why I feel like this.
Why I breathe deeper,
When there’s blood on my skin.
Why I feel so human,
When I have wounds down my limbs.
Why I feel so alive,
When I have bruises along my ribs.
It’s death beckoning me back,
To the first home I’ve ever known.
It’s all I knew before this world,
It’s all I’ll know after.
Maybe that’s why I feel like this.
Why I breathe deeper,
When there’s blood on my skin.
Why I feel so human,
When I have wounds down my limbs.
Why I feel so alive,
When I have bruises along my ribs.
It’s death beckoning me back,
To the first home I’ve ever known.
#SelfHarm
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0 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
12th May 2024 3:43pm
12th May 2024 3:43pm
Body Dysmorphic Disorder
Grief
At my body
How it’s grown
Aged and wrinkled
Sagging sacks
Of skin hanging
Hunched over
Half alive eyes
Trying to block out
The voices inside
Trying to avoid
Trying to withstand
My judging mind
Words in my head
Scars on my arms
And on the rest of me
Once reminded me
Not to eat
Now I have cellulite legs
Rolls on my back
Stomach’s protruding
Self control I lack
Binge eating
My worries away
Consequences
I now pay
My body...
At my body
How it’s grown
Aged and wrinkled
Sagging sacks
Of skin hanging
Hunched over
Half alive eyes
Trying to block out
The voices inside
Trying to avoid
Trying to withstand
My judging mind
Words in my head
Scars on my arms
And on the rest of me
Once reminded me
Not to eat
Now I have cellulite legs
Rolls on my back
Stomach’s protruding
Self control I lack
Binge eating
My worries away
Consequences
I now pay
My body...
#EatingDisorder
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#SelfHarm
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12 Comments
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