Long Poems About Self Harm
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poet_freak2003
Poem Published
25th Jul 2018 6:25am
25th Jul 2018 6:25am
What Would They Care If I Disappear?
I’m in the safety of my house, the comfort of my room...it is anything but.
A man, a man who is unclear is running toward me, a child, with a knife in a dark alleyway where no one can see me or hear my screams.
As this man gets closer and closer to me, I can see who it is.
But not who, what it is.
I can see that it’s not a person, but depression. Now it may seem crazy, but depression is running at me and all I can do is stand still.
I can’t breathe, I can’t move, I can’t blink.
All I see is the knife with my name on it.
I thought I escaped this,...
A man, a man who is unclear is running toward me, a child, with a knife in a dark alleyway where no one can see me or hear my screams.
As this man gets closer and closer to me, I can see who it is.
But not who, what it is.
I can see that it’s not a person, but depression. Now it may seem crazy, but depression is running at me and all I can do is stand still.
I can’t breathe, I can’t move, I can’t blink.
All I see is the knife with my name on it.
I thought I escaped this,...
#depression
#loneliness
#dark
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth
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HadesRising
Poem Published
25th Jul 2018 00:24am
25th Jul 2018 00:24am
RAVENS : AN ALLEGORY
Ravens, whispering
Cold with the curse inside my own skin
I can hear their song
Slave to the flesh and the devil’s grin
What is this thing in the mirror?
They’re cawing to get out
I swallow my pills but the grave draws closer
Talons at my throat, die without closure
Spirits in the fog, intoxicating
I can’t hear my cries for all the screaming
I can’t keep it inside
The tragedy of rhyme
Ravens, whispering
Cold with the curse inside my own skin
I can hear their song
Slave to...
Cold with the curse inside my own skin
I can hear their song
Slave to the flesh and the devil’s grin
What is this thing in the mirror?
They’re cawing to get out
I swallow my pills but the grave draws closer
Talons at my throat, die without closure
Spirits in the fog, intoxicating
I can’t hear my cries for all the screaming
I can’t keep it inside
The tragedy of rhyme
Ravens, whispering
Cold with the curse inside my own skin
I can hear their song
Slave to...
#hate
#SelfHarm
#illness
#acceptance
#metaphor
733 reads
5 Comments
soullessexpression
I--
I--
Poem Published
1st Jun 2018 9:26am
1st Jun 2018 9:26am
Honest Birth
#SelfHarm
#addiction
#PTSD
624 reads
2 Comments
cautiouscreator
Poem Published
29th May 2018 2:12pm
29th May 2018 2:12pm
Ice Cream
Struggled for so long.
Alone
Thoughts racing.
Alone.
Self harming.
It does not help.
Trying so fucking hard to normalise these thoughts of self hate and disgust.
Ice cream helps.
Breathing is not a blessing.
Choking.
Trying to focus on helping others.
Lonely.
How can this go...
Alone
Thoughts racing.
Alone.
Self harming.
It does not help.
Trying so fucking hard to normalise these thoughts of self hate and disgust.
Ice cream helps.
Breathing is not a blessing.
Choking.
Trying to focus on helping others.
Lonely.
How can this go...
#hate
#SelfHarm
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Twistwd-kitten
Poem Published
16th May 2018 3:29am
16th May 2018 3:29am
Craving the edge
I haven't self
Mutilated in four years and yet i crave nothing more then the sweet kiss of the straight edge and the flow of red pumping from where my heart once was. There was no foreseeable trigger nor clear motive leading up to the cause of this sudden desire to tear away at my skin besides the obvious one of life not just defeating me but continously degrade humiliate and useing me then before i can toss in my white flag it gives and revives me just enough to contiune this monotone cycle . though thats nothing new nor a reason to go back to the me i once feared to look in the eyes...
Mutilated in four years and yet i crave nothing more then the sweet kiss of the straight edge and the flow of red pumping from where my heart once was. There was no foreseeable trigger nor clear motive leading up to the cause of this sudden desire to tear away at my skin besides the obvious one of life not just defeating me but continously degrade humiliate and useing me then before i can toss in my white flag it gives and revives me just enough to contiune this monotone cycle . though thats nothing new nor a reason to go back to the me i once feared to look in the eyes...
#SelfHarm
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george4man2box
Poem Published
15th May 2018 3:13am
15th May 2018 3:13am
natural soporific narcotic
recurrent suicidal thoughts vain
gloriously wend
(o'er a death cab for cutie weeknd)
yanking zeal
becalming this crash test dummy rolling
stone temple pilot inxs
of maroon 5 plus decades long
perdition hellaciously slogging
slow as adam and the ants, thru fifty shades of gray's
anatomy common weal
masterly baiting this motley crue (cutting),
beatle browed, beastie boy,
outre gee (bee) us, grateful dead,
mailer daemons inhabit
cavernous fist size vastness steel
...
gloriously wend
(o'er a death cab for cutie weeknd)
yanking zeal
becalming this crash test dummy rolling
stone temple pilot inxs
of maroon 5 plus decades long
perdition hellaciously slogging
slow as adam and the ants, thru fifty shades of gray's
anatomy common weal
masterly baiting this motley crue (cutting),
beatle browed, beastie boy,
outre gee (bee) us, grateful dead,
mailer daemons inhabit
cavernous fist size vastness steel
...
#anxiety
#SelfHarm
#scary
#graveyard
#despair
451 reads
2 Comments
Madcinder
Poem Published
5th May 2018 10:00am
5th May 2018 10:00am
Knife Wife
Open.
Your third eye.
Staring from the table.
Looking up at me.
Slowly blinking as she's reading.
Glancing ever slightly.
Over to greet me.
Behind her silent pleas.
And I will listen to your heart.
Help me hear it start to beat.
When love tears you apart.
I'll be the one you meet.
Let me sing it for you.
Knife wife.
Stabbing the dark with the light of your love.
Can anything else satiate enough?
Knife wife.
See how it fits in your chest like a glove.
Do you think that you've...
Your third eye.
Staring from the table.
Looking up at me.
Slowly blinking as she's reading.
Glancing ever slightly.
Over to greet me.
Behind her silent pleas.
And I will listen to your heart.
Help me hear it start to beat.
When love tears you apart.
I'll be the one you meet.
Let me sing it for you.
Knife wife.
Stabbing the dark with the light of your love.
Can anything else satiate enough?
Knife wife.
See how it fits in your chest like a glove.
Do you think that you've...
#love
#SelfHarm
#lyrics #support
#lyrics #support
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Jadedembers
Poem Published
1st May 2018 1:53pm
1st May 2018 1:53pm
Insane Love (A collaboration between black_magik_gypsy and myself)
Flawless body
No marks appear
To smudge the skin
Challenging your reality because
Perceptions of reality vary
Only comprehending what your
Senses whisper to your mind and body
Abandoning reality to live
rather than to live in the reality of becoming abandoned...
Chasing flawlessness becomes an
Obsessive action that
Scratches away from the inside
As if it's pleading to
Leave its confined box
To give your reality hell for even
Thinking it existed.
The escape of ones soul, ...
No marks appear
To smudge the skin
Challenging your reality because
Perceptions of reality vary
Only comprehending what your
Senses whisper to your mind and body
Abandoning reality to live
rather than to live in the reality of becoming abandoned...
Chasing flawlessness becomes an
Obsessive action that
Scratches away from the inside
As if it's pleading to
Leave its confined box
To give your reality hell for even
Thinking it existed.
The escape of ones soul, ...
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
706 reads
10 Comments
David_Macleod
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14397816
Poem Published
18th Apr 2018 5:59pm
18th Apr 2018 5:59pm
Cutting Remarks
#SelfHarm
543 reads
10 Comments
MrBuchanan
Poem Published
11th Apr 2018 7:27am
11th Apr 2018 7:27am
Break It
You can kill this hate,
Or just create it.
Don't you know that life
Is what you make it?
This mindset will let
The beast awaken,
But It'll leave you dead
unless you break it.
So break it.
Just break the will to die,
Snap it's fucking spine.
If it feels so divine,
Then fucking kill it.
Kill that part deep inside,
The one you hate to hide,
Just end it's sorry life.
You can't turn back time,
it's time to face it,
You live inside a...
Or just create it.
Don't you know that life
Is what you make it?
This mindset will let
The beast awaken,
But It'll leave you dead
unless you break it.
So break it.
Just break the will to die,
Snap it's fucking spine.
If it feels so divine,
Then fucking kill it.
Kill that part deep inside,
The one you hate to hide,
Just end it's sorry life.
You can't turn back time,
it's time to face it,
You live inside a...
#courage
#motivational
#inspirational
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
502 reads
2 Comments
samael
Poem Published
10th Apr 2018 12:31pm
10th Apr 2018 12:31pm
TPW
TPW-Totally psychopathic wrestling Knoxville,Tennessee: middle/high school years revisited,scars far from healed,and the best goddamned undocumented teenage wrestling promotion in east Tennessee"
My brother told me his friends we're doing backyard wrestling after school one day after picking him up.
i thought to myself "that sounds killer!"
my mind flooded with 8th grader ideas.
we rolled up in a beat up red 89' Astro van
to the back of the K-mart off North Broadway.
trash and hobo encampments as far as the eyes could see
running along the...
My brother told me his friends we're doing backyard wrestling after school one day after picking him up.
i thought to myself "that sounds killer!"
my mind flooded with 8th grader ideas.
we rolled up in a beat up red 89' Astro van
to the back of the K-mart off North Broadway.
trash and hobo encampments as far as the eyes could see
running along the...
#identity
#motivational
#SelfHarm #uplifting
#SelfHarm #uplifting
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2018 2:07am
2nd Feb 2018 2:07am
SELF REFLECTIVE EXPANSION OF AN OLD ARCHAIC CLICHE (7-9-16 & 2-1-18, Cathedral City (Cove), California)
if necessity
is truly
the mother
of all
invention
then surely
imagination
must be
the vital
father seed
of manifested
success
with the
yielded fruits
of such
success
being
each living
child
itself
at least
as i
suddenly
inwardly
perceived it
here now
in this
my somewhat
overly simplified
though ...
is truly
the mother
of all
invention
then surely
imagination
must be
the vital
father seed
of manifested
success
with the
yielded fruits
of such
success
being
each living
child
itself
at least
as i
suddenly
inwardly
perceived it
here now
in this
my somewhat
overly simplified
though ...
#identity
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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