Poems About Self Harm Seeking Friendly Advice
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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
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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
211 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
217 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
315 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
220 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
299 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
190 reads
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
277 reads
12 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
10th May 2024 00:19am
10th May 2024 00:19am
A Comforting Ache
I find myself longing for hurt,
yearning to feel tears in my eyes and blood cooling on my skin.
I deserve to be happy,
And for the most part I am,
But I want to hurt.
I need a wound to remind myself I'm human,
A gash I can twist my fingers into when the noise starts to fizzle.
I feel an aching calm when I'm bleeding,
Like I'm crawling back into my primal state,
Like this is how I am meant to be.
I don't want to hurt myself;
I want to hurt so bad.
yearning to feel tears in my eyes and blood cooling on my skin.
I deserve to be happy,
And for the most part I am,
But I want to hurt.
I need a wound to remind myself I'm human,
A gash I can twist my fingers into when the noise starts to fizzle.
I feel an aching calm when I'm bleeding,
Like I'm crawling back into my primal state,
Like this is how I am meant to be.
I don't want to hurt myself;
I want to hurt so bad.
#emptiness
#SelfHarm
303 reads
2 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
25th Apr 2024 12:09pm
25th Apr 2024 12:09pm
Why Bother
I've had
an urgent
appointment
with death
since i started
breathing
always walking
a very
thin line
panic grips
my hand
asking me
to dance
living inside
the dark doubts
about existing
each day dawns
pistol cocked ready
for when
self destruction
is assured
no bluff
being called here
only russian roulette
new apocalypse
explosive mind games
going boom
an urgent
appointment
with death
since i started
breathing
always walking
a very
thin line
panic grips
my hand
asking me
to dance
living inside
the dark doubts
about existing
each day dawns
pistol cocked ready
for when
self destruction
is assured
no bluff
being called here
only russian roulette
new apocalypse
explosive mind games
going boom
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2024
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
146 reads
2 Comments
Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 1:07am
15th Apr 2024 1:07am
Lives of Poets
What makes me wonder
Is not why writers and poets
So young and old
Succumb to emptiness.
It is the lives they had lived
Under the bright sky.
Things they must have seen
To mold those words of bitterness.
From Homer’s Olympus heights
To Byron’s mountain of light.
From the banks of a gushing Nile
to the flows of the Mississippi might.
Mountains, rivers, hills, and streams
Have molded words and wondrous dreams.
Dripping blood mixed with ink
Together they form a hidden...
Is not why writers and poets
So young and old
Succumb to emptiness.
It is the lives they had lived
Under the bright sky.
Things they must have seen
To mold those words of bitterness.
From Homer’s Olympus heights
To Byron’s mountain of light.
From the banks of a gushing Nile
to the flows of the Mississippi might.
Mountains, rivers, hills, and streams
Have molded words and wondrous dreams.
Dripping blood mixed with ink
Together they form a hidden...
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm
238 reads
14 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 5:04pm
10th Apr 2024 5:04pm
Not Subtle
no subtle reflections
more in your face hurricane
realising hell fire has form
honesty carries its own suffering
collective shadows bring waves of pain
so much confusion afrisesfrom darkness
addressing my worthiness to life
battles constantly fought hard
this invisible war never ending
counting against me social rules
understanding very little raises stress
buiding pressures that wont release
more in your face hurricane
realising hell fire has form
honesty carries its own suffering
collective shadows bring waves of pain
so much confusion afrisesfrom darkness
addressing my worthiness to life
battles constantly fought hard
this invisible war never ending
counting against me social rules
understanding very little raises stress
buiding pressures that wont release
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection #NaPoWriMo2024
#SelfReflection #NaPoWriMo2024
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2 Comments
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