Poems About Self Harm Seeking Honest Critique
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A Faustian Dream
Behold the loutish MAGA derision
as specimens of imbecility
marked by a semantic imprecision
yoked to emotive volatility
and a co-occuring need for action
in the to and fro of their Adderall
foundering for instant satisfaction
in conservative seas of folderol
said to be legitimate worldview
by people enslaved to a joystick
and techno feudal endorphins askew
reinforced at every media click
to warrant their manipulated thoughts
to goose-step quickly into MAGA bots.
as specimens of imbecility
marked by a semantic imprecision
yoked to emotive volatility
and a co-occuring need for action
in the to and fro of their Adderall
foundering for instant satisfaction
in conservative seas of folderol
said to be legitimate worldview
by people enslaved to a joystick
and techno feudal endorphins askew
reinforced at every media click
to warrant their manipulated thoughts
to goose-step quickly into MAGA bots.
#addiction
#consumerism
#humankind
#SelfHarm
#technology
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Life in a state hospital circa 1900
Many trapped in their own hell
Are either deranged, aged or unwell
The guests who chose to stay aloof
Lie wrapped in rugs upon the roof
A statue with a gas-lamp torch
Has toppled over on the porch
The way others wish to go
Have been obscured by drifted snow
Unknown objects falling from the air
The careful stroller better beware
It's known that the skating pond conceals
A family of enormous eels
Those who have escaped can die with dignity
Tortured, raped & beaten by the malignity
The monuments above the dead
Are too...
Are either deranged, aged or unwell
The guests who chose to stay aloof
Lie wrapped in rugs upon the roof
A statue with a gas-lamp torch
Has toppled over on the porch
The way others wish to go
Have been obscured by drifted snow
Unknown objects falling from the air
The careful stroller better beware
It's known that the skating pond conceals
A family of enormous eels
Those who have escaped can die with dignity
Tortured, raped & beaten by the malignity
The monuments above the dead
Are too...
#historical
#illness
#MentalHealth
#rhyming
#SelfHarm
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Fry it up and eat it

#drugs
#food
#MentalHealth #SelfHarm
#MentalHealth #SelfHarm
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Whoever Loses, Wins
The Beatles have a song on their "White Album" "Happiness is a warm gun"
It should have been titled
Happiness is a loaded gun
A gun that's loaded can be many things:
Friend
Enemy
Defender
Victim
Murderer
Why don't you come and stay awhile
We'll have a friendly game of Russian Roulette
Whoever loses, wins
It should have been titled
Happiness is a loaded gun
A gun that's loaded can be many things:
Friend
Enemy
Defender
Victim
Murderer
Why don't you come and stay awhile
We'll have a friendly game of Russian Roulette
Whoever loses, wins
#SelfHarm
#suicide
#ThrillSeeking
#tragedy
#violence
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You cannot hide behind...
I watch the glow throw me back.
My mind knows past gashes and wounds.
Lie to me, make fake tears and trust.
It's not like I tried to paint the town red.
Treat me just as badly when we were not the darkest.
Sometimes we wished risks didn't end with blood.
Love it when snowfall meets blood.
Lie down and make angels behind your back.
Runes in the white hide all the wounds.
Dust of water is snow, Dusk in times of Trust.
Bled dust stained the snow soul red.
Farthest hope...
My mind knows past gashes and wounds.
Lie to me, make fake tears and trust.
It's not like I tried to paint the town red.
Treat me just as badly when we were not the darkest.
Sometimes we wished risks didn't end with blood.
Love it when snowfall meets blood.
Lie down and make angels behind your back.
Runes in the white hide all the wounds.
Dust of water is snow, Dusk in times of Trust.
Bled dust stained the snow soul red.
Farthest hope...
#abuse
#depression
#PTSD #SelfHarm
#PTSD #SelfHarm
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Make it worth your while, cause you'll be winding up in jail
When Ron Chee's father asked him to turn off the two radio's and television set he was listening to simultaneously, Ron beat him over the head with a baseball bat. Racked with guilt over the terrible thing he had done, Ron decided to kill himself. First though, he went bowling. He didn't bowl to well.
Then with the money he stole from dad's wallet, he took himself to a 5 star restaurant. From there he went to visit his grandmother (his father's mother). He told his grandmother that dad is in a much happier place. She tried calling the police when he revealed he killed her son. That...
Then with the money he stole from dad's wallet, he took himself to a 5 star restaurant. From there he went to visit his grandmother (his father's mother). He told his grandmother that dad is in a much happier place. She tried calling the police when he revealed he killed her son. That...
#death
#fiction
#MentalHealth
#murder
#SelfHarm
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The Asylum, circa 1900
The people at the dreary hotel
Are either aged or unwell
The guests who chose to stay aloof
Lie wrapped in rugs upon the roof
A statue with a gas-lamp torch
Has toppled over on the porch
The way others wish to go
Have been obscured by drifted snow
Unknown objects falling from the air
The careful stroller better beware
It's known that the skating pond conceals
A family of enormous eels
Those who have escaped can die with dignity
Tortured, raped & beaten by the malignity
The monuments above the dead
Are too eroded...
Are either aged or unwell
The guests who chose to stay aloof
Lie wrapped in rugs upon the roof
A statue with a gas-lamp torch
Has toppled over on the porch
The way others wish to go
Have been obscured by drifted snow
Unknown objects falling from the air
The careful stroller better beware
It's known that the skating pond conceals
A family of enormous eels
Those who have escaped can die with dignity
Tortured, raped & beaten by the malignity
The monuments above the dead
Are too eroded...
#illness
#MentalHealth
#rhyming
#SelfHarm
#ShortStory
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Suicide is mean
What suicide produces.
Is a special kind of pain.
Added to the losses.
Is rejection inhumane.
The largest betrayal.
Because you never doubted.
Believing the portrayal.
Your truth is now clouded.
It forfeits all the reason.
This alone is torture.
A painful kind of treason.
From taking, out of order.
You'll never understand.
Though you try to see.
Hurt runs every moment again.
A show how suicide is mean.
A pain transferred.
Then left alone to cope.
Forever unanswered.
Where...
Is a special kind of pain.
Added to the losses.
Is rejection inhumane.
The largest betrayal.
Because you never doubted.
Believing the portrayal.
Your truth is now clouded.
It forfeits all the reason.
This alone is torture.
A painful kind of treason.
From taking, out of order.
You'll never understand.
Though you try to see.
Hurt runs every moment again.
A show how suicide is mean.
A pain transferred.
Then left alone to cope.
Forever unanswered.
Where...
#MentalHealth
#SelfHarm
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Distate for you my love
Wretched but beautiful
My eyes see you but I look away
Throw yourself into a den of lions
I'll bring the popcorn and snowcaps
Will they eat you or spit you out
Your flesh is bitter and diseased
To much negativity and malignancy
How can one walk around with such a tainted soul?
Bless yourself in my river of urine
That's what I think of you anyway
Take it, accept it
That's all your worth
Go home and drown yourself in your bottomless, endless self pity
Have a great weekend
My eyes see you but I look away
Throw yourself into a den of lions
I'll bring the popcorn and snowcaps
Will they eat you or spit you out
Your flesh is bitter and diseased
To much negativity and malignancy
How can one walk around with such a tainted soul?
Bless yourself in my river of urine
That's what I think of you anyway
Take it, accept it
That's all your worth
Go home and drown yourself in your bottomless, endless self pity
Have a great weekend
#fiction
#hate
#manipulation
#SelfHarm
#TruthOfLife
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Malice, At Last
Dark Embrace
Poise and grace
I hide my cuts
With cotton and lace.
Dead, I'm in trouble
Playing the double
I shall rebuild my crown
And kingdom from rubble!
Judgement presides
The law abides
The High Court says
No taking sides!
I am dead
As the Red Queen said,
She stole my throne
Off with her head!
Guileless wraith
Losing my faith
Darkness consumes
Nothing she saith
Descend to the fire
Trapped in the mire
Alone when we know
The situation is dire. ...
Poise and grace
I hide my cuts
With cotton and lace.
Dead, I'm in trouble
Playing the double
I shall rebuild my crown
And kingdom from rubble!
Judgement presides
The law abides
The High Court says
No taking sides!
I am dead
As the Red Queen said,
She stole my throne
Off with her head!
Guileless wraith
Losing my faith
Darkness consumes
Nothing she saith
Descend to the fire
Trapped in the mire
Alone when we know
The situation is dire. ...
#anger
#FeelingLost
#hurt
#SelfHarm
#violence
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I miss shadows
I miss my little light
It kept me sane
Inside the darkness of my pain
Now crawling alone
Where my shadows used to glow
They've outgrown me
Faded into a place unknown
Where is my lighter
I miss my casted friends
It kept me sane
Inside the darkness of my pain
Now crawling alone
Where my shadows used to glow
They've outgrown me
Faded into a place unknown
Where is my lighter
I miss my casted friends
#depression
#despair
#SelfHarm
#suffering
#FeelingLost
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3 Comments
Help me be okay
My limbs leak the colour of
unescapable sadness
The kind of beauty you can only find
Razor deep
When one weak moment leads
To years of decay
How far can I go,
Without drying my veins?
unescapable sadness
The kind of beauty you can only find
Razor deep
When one weak moment leads
To years of decay
How far can I go,
Without drying my veins?
#hurt
#SelfHarm
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