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Selfishness
The choice you made was selfish
and it broke your mother's heart
to think that her own daughter
had chose to just depart..
As she spoke about the moment
you called and said those words
she spoke of how she trembled
to even speak a words..
When paramedics rescued
the life your mother gave
I saw all of the terror
from the choice
that you had made..
So selfish was the action
to just give up and die
I am lost from all that's happened
the tears I cannot cry..
What I...
and it broke your mother's heart
to think that her own daughter
had chose to just depart..
As she spoke about the moment
you called and said those words
she spoke of how she trembled
to even speak a words..
When paramedics rescued
the life your mother gave
I saw all of the terror
from the choice
that you had made..
So selfish was the action
to just give up and die
I am lost from all that's happened
the tears I cannot cry..
What I...
#depression
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth
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one last relapse
i lie there
lifeless.
a million thoughts rush in at once,
each more disturbing than the last.
reunited with my glistening savior,
to lead me down this inevitable path.
a crimson river rapidly flows,
welcoming repose.
when will it end?
i scream and cry for some sort of understanding
but suddenly i’m no longer standing,
i can hear my mother demanding,
“OPEN THE DOOR!”
i hear her no more.
i lie there,
lifeless.
lifeless.
a million thoughts rush in at once,
each more disturbing than the last.
reunited with my glistening savior,
to lead me down this inevitable path.
a crimson river rapidly flows,
welcoming repose.
when will it end?
i scream and cry for some sort of understanding
but suddenly i’m no longer standing,
i can hear my mother demanding,
“OPEN THE DOOR!”
i hear her no more.
i lie there,
lifeless.
#SelfHarm
#bipolar
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
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Poets Blade
My blood has no taste
Unless served on a steel plate
Sharp enough to chisel fine words
Bringing primal color to this dinner
Paper on a platter
I consume to later vomit
Acids merged with indigestible flavors
Sick poems no one desires
These cravings feel like love
Fleshly layers bear resemblance
To each bite
I take out of my so called life
Unless served on a steel plate
Sharp enough to chisel fine words
Bringing primal color to this dinner
Paper on a platter
I consume to later vomit
Acids merged with indigestible flavors
Sick poems no one desires
These cravings feel like love
Fleshly layers bear resemblance
To each bite
I take out of my so called life
#depression
#SelfHarm
#suicide #temptation
#suicide #temptation
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Satisfaction's Mirage
In the grip of a manic dream
the world was starting to end
with a trickster bro-flake pundit scream
about the youthful commie trend.
It were end times the hidebound way
with heritage the chief of disguise
blocking thought cock every time they pray
for the salvation of enterprise,
so often sold by saying it's free
and free it is to the idle rich
who make that purchase with the liberty
you lost in a car lot bait and switch,
and now parking lots outnumber parks
since few have read the works of Karl Marx.
the world was starting to end
with a trickster bro-flake pundit scream
about the youthful commie trend.
It were end times the hidebound way
with heritage the chief of disguise
blocking thought cock every time they pray
for the salvation of enterprise,
so often sold by saying it's free
and free it is to the idle rich
who make that purchase with the liberty
you lost in a car lot bait and switch,
and now parking lots outnumber parks
since few have read the works of Karl Marx.
#SelfHarm
#addiction
#apathy
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Undertow
life's like a bleak winter wasteland
so i paint myself an ocean
with crimson splashes of pooling blood
its Silent here in this place
the darkness of night beats back memory
of hope on horizon rising
i used to dance through daydreams
of joy and beauty and peace
now all i do is sleepwalk through nightmares
the Silence screams ruthless condemnation
Death's demands blessedly whispered
for all my imagined sins, atone
so i paint myself an ocean
with crimson splashes of cooling blood
and i...
so i paint myself an ocean
with crimson splashes of pooling blood
its Silent here in this place
the darkness of night beats back memory
of hope on horizon rising
i used to dance through daydreams
of joy and beauty and peace
now all i do is sleepwalk through nightmares
the Silence screams ruthless condemnation
Death's demands blessedly whispered
for all my imagined sins, atone
so i paint myself an ocean
with crimson splashes of cooling blood
and i...
#loneliness
#SelfHarm
#suicide
#despair
#emptiness
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One last time
I heard your voice today
feels like forever but it was clear as day
you told me one simple phrase
something to darken the current sun's rays
'do it' as I gave myself a shave
looking at my neck I did not feel brave
rather I felt weak and sad that you
still have a room it's true
but you're voice reflects you now
weak and no longer in control no how
I finished my task without a single drop of red
with your weak voice trailing off in my head
little did you know I did listen to you in a way
I did it and I cut you out of me today.
feels like forever but it was clear as day
you told me one simple phrase
something to darken the current sun's rays
'do it' as I gave myself a shave
looking at my neck I did not feel brave
rather I felt weak and sad that you
still have a room it's true
but you're voice reflects you now
weak and no longer in control no how
I finished my task without a single drop of red
with your weak voice trailing off in my head
little did you know I did listen to you in a way
I did it and I cut you out of me today.
#depression
#dark
#SelfHarm
#determination
#PersonalGrowth
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vulnerable
hissing on the floor of hell,
you’ve always thought yourself a freak,
too inward to charm the ball or the Belle,
too ugly to be iconic.
too queer to at least seem well-meaning,
too puritanical and sharp
to strut like some gay butterfly
or keep in tune with love’s young larks.
o tender-hearted tormenter of self,
I’ve caught you in the prickly gorse.
o little broken boy, o elf,
I’ve shielded you within this prickled place.
we raise each other up, I tend your wounds.
the carapace of irony peels back, in parts.
you’ve always thought yourself a freak,
too inward to charm the ball or the Belle,
too ugly to be iconic.
too queer to at least seem well-meaning,
too puritanical and sharp
to strut like some gay butterfly
or keep in tune with love’s young larks.
o tender-hearted tormenter of self,
I’ve caught you in the prickly gorse.
o little broken boy, o elf,
I’ve shielded you within this prickled place.
we raise each other up, I tend your wounds.
the carapace of irony peels back, in parts.
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
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(20) Losing it #2 12.06.23 @ 2:27am
#SelfHarm
#suicide
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Worship You
I could worship you
But
I know I would lose my soul
In you
I've not that much time
Let's leave good enough alone
In deep like
But
I know I would lose my soul
In you
I've not that much time
Let's leave good enough alone
In deep like
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
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Leaking Breath
I trace with this dulled edge
A gaping mouth
That bleeds with every breath
Suffocated by its self saving attempts
Scabs overbear gurgled screams
I plead to finish seeping out
For the wrong reasons
Isn't it obvious I didn’t press hard enough?
A gaping mouth
That bleeds with every breath
Suffocated by its self saving attempts
Scabs overbear gurgled screams
I plead to finish seeping out
For the wrong reasons
Isn't it obvious I didn’t press hard enough?
#depression
#regret
#dark
#SelfHarm
#apathy
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Sesame Street Roadshow
Crown the coke Queen...Jewels high on her head...She thought she'd have a weekend taste...Once was a beauty Queen, Jump to a junkie fiend...With a monkey on her back. Boy toy, "Needle Boy Roy" all the girls thinks he's hot...His grand slam ideal date is...First shot is for free...Now your begging for me...One eye pirate Pete, now he's the pimp, with a treasure chest of pussies to go, for all the grease bag John's to know. Trains his girls face down ass up...Doggy style bitches, down on all fours just looking to score with a ten cent hit they'll never quit. Barbie & Ken used to...
#SelfHarm
#addiction
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I am
I am an alcoholic
I am an addict
In every possible way
I do not know how to live in moderation, I binge and abuse anything and everything
I do not know how to breathe in moderation, my therapist said that’s a panic attack.
I buy a bag or bottle/ whatever is available I’m not picky, it ends up being 8 grams in 3 days, 8 bottle in 3 days
I crash my car
I avoid getting a dui
I wake up wanting to go to rehab but never go to rehab it’s Father’s Day next week and it would break his heart my...
I am an addict
In every possible way
I do not know how to live in moderation, I binge and abuse anything and everything
I do not know how to breathe in moderation, my therapist said that’s a panic attack.
I buy a bag or bottle/ whatever is available I’m not picky, it ends up being 8 grams in 3 days, 8 bottle in 3 days
I crash my car
I avoid getting a dui
I wake up wanting to go to rehab but never go to rehab it’s Father’s Day next week and it would break his heart my...
#SelfHarm
#drugs
#addiction
#illness
#MentalHealth
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