Poems about Self Harm
#SelfHarm
Poetry about cutting and self harm may contain distressing poems about people battling with self harming behaviour, and the mental disorders which often accompany it.
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Devyn
Poem Published
8th Aug 2024 7:41pm
8th Aug 2024 7:41pm
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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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
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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
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icba_
Poem Published
18th Jul 2024 7:44pm
18th Jul 2024 7:44pm
Unbreakable
It's ok!” Someone spilled a drink on her shoe.
“It's Ok!” Someone bashed into her
“It's ok!” Someone breaks her heart.
“It's ok!” Someone sends her whole life into a blur.
And you think that's alright?
Shattering someone's soul .
Make them feel empty
Killing the life that you stole.
“Its ok” That you destroy someone
It's fine that you change someone for the worse
Giving them a life
That they themselves must nurse
And you just walk away
Not batting an eye
While we just sit here teary
Trying not to...
“It's Ok!” Someone bashed into her
“It's ok!” Someone breaks her heart.
“It's ok!” Someone sends her whole life into a blur.
And you think that's alright?
Shattering someone's soul .
Make them feel empty
Killing the life that you stole.
“Its ok” That you destroy someone
It's fine that you change someone for the worse
Giving them a life
That they themselves must nurse
And you just walk away
Not batting an eye
While we just sit here teary
Trying not to...
#misunderstood
#SelfHarm
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EveAteRedApples
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 7:00am
9th Jul 2024 7:00am
Sugar Baby
Nineteen years old
she browses the profiles
of men willing to pay for a good time
and wonders if she could do it
if she could trade her shitty self esteem
for even shittier sex
and find beauty in the way
her soul will break
under the weight of it
She sells nudes to incels
charms money from their wallets
without giving much of herself away
She can't imagine any man
would want someone like her
for something more than
a cheap meaningless fuck
when she's not white enough
to be white ...
she browses the profiles
of men willing to pay for a good time
and wonders if she could do it
if she could trade her shitty self esteem
for even shittier sex
and find beauty in the way
her soul will break
under the weight of it
She sells nudes to incels
charms money from their wallets
without giving much of herself away
She can't imagine any man
would want someone like her
for something more than
a cheap meaningless fuck
when she's not white enough
to be white ...
#confessional
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
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I_was_rare_once
RareFaction
RareFaction
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 7:22pm
1st Jul 2024 7:22pm
#10
Blink.
Sometimes it feels like that is all I can do.
At sometime I lost control and so I'll just drown it out.
Blink.
The light coming from my window falls sweetly on my pillow.
Hard to move on when nothing is wrong.
glance over next to me, asleep and content dreaming of where we have been.
Get out of bed, take a few steps see no regrets coming out of this one.
Dark. Its hot and its wet got the steam and the scent so now I am finally clean.
White, had my eyes closed for to long, think reality's gone, nope, just my morning coffee.
How...
Sometimes it feels like that is all I can do.
At sometime I lost control and so I'll just drown it out.
Blink.
The light coming from my window falls sweetly on my pillow.
Hard to move on when nothing is wrong.
glance over next to me, asleep and content dreaming of where we have been.
Get out of bed, take a few steps see no regrets coming out of this one.
Dark. Its hot and its wet got the steam and the scent so now I am finally clean.
White, had my eyes closed for to long, think reality's gone, nope, just my morning coffee.
How...
#depression
#PTSD
#SelfHarm
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I_was_rare_once
RareFaction
RareFaction
Poem Published
29th Jun 2024 6:28am
29th Jun 2024 6:28am
#9
Strike a match,
Shiny silver steel.
Wet red,
Dry red,
It's all the same feel.
Make a difference or just stay concealed?
Is the pain to great or are you just unwilling to heal?
Cold hands in a cold night?
Get some gloves so you wont have to fight.
Most stay scared but it will be alright.
These feelings we feel tend to draw the strings tight,
Just please remember that that's part of life.
Talk.
Let it out because I want to hear.
You stay silent all your life cus you give in to your fear.
Don't do that, let God...
Shiny silver steel.
Wet red,
Dry red,
It's all the same feel.
Make a difference or just stay concealed?
Is the pain to great or are you just unwilling to heal?
Cold hands in a cold night?
Get some gloves so you wont have to fight.
Most stay scared but it will be alright.
These feelings we feel tend to draw the strings tight,
Just please remember that that's part of life.
Talk.
Let it out because I want to hear.
You stay silent all your life cus you give in to your fear.
Don't do that, let God...
#anxiety
#fear
#loneliness
#SelfHarm
#suicide
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
28th Jun 2024 11:16am
28th Jun 2024 11:16am
Watch Out For...
They greet you like a doormen
Depression
Desperation
Self-Doubt
Self Hatred
They make themselves right at home
They put a chill in the air
They direct you to the liquor cabinet, the dope dealer or your doctor
These feelings try to kill you
Seems crazy now, but at the time they always seem to be right
Depression
Desperation
Self-Doubt
Self Hatred
They make themselves right at home
They put a chill in the air
They direct you to the liquor cabinet, the dope dealer or your doctor
These feelings try to kill you
Seems crazy now, but at the time they always seem to be right
#addiction
#emotions
#identity #SelfHarm
#identity #SelfHarm
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
15th Jun 2024 7:01pm
15th Jun 2024 7:01pm
Almost a death sentence
He got her pregnant and left her
She didn't know what to do
She was to scared to get an abortion
She was to scared to have the kid
She jumped off the roof of her apartment building
Yeah she died
When he found out he was troubled
His troubled feelings soon gave way to relief
In a month he had forgotten about it
He was just another swinging single cock walking down the street again
She didn't know what to do
She was to scared to get an abortion
She was to scared to have the kid
She jumped off the roof of her apartment building
Yeah she died
When he found out he was troubled
His troubled feelings soon gave way to relief
In a month he had forgotten about it
He was just another swinging single cock walking down the street again
#boyfriend
#LifeStruggles
#pregnancy
#SelfHarm
#suicide
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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
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amorr
Amor R
Amor R
Poem Published
12th Jun 2024 12:23pm
12th Jun 2024 12:23pm
Healing Addiction
In the quiet of night's embrace,
A silent struggle takes its place.
Where shadows dance with inner strife,
And pain becomes a way of life.
Each cut a whispered plea for peace,
A momentary, fleeting release.
Yet like a siren's haunting call,
The urge to harm holds strong, enthrall.
A battle fought within the mind,
Where solace seems impossible to find.
Each scar a mark of inner pain,
A testament to what's left to gain.
But just as night gives way to day,
There's hope to chase the dark away.
For though the path may...
A silent struggle takes its place.
Where shadows dance with inner strife,
And pain becomes a way of life.
Each cut a whispered plea for peace,
A momentary, fleeting release.
Yet like a siren's haunting call,
The urge to harm holds strong, enthrall.
A battle fought within the mind,
Where solace seems impossible to find.
Each scar a mark of inner pain,
A testament to what's left to gain.
But just as night gives way to day,
There's hope to chase the dark away.
For though the path may...
#despair
#hope
#loneliness
#regret
#SelfHarm
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cabcool
Poem Published
9th Jun 2024 6:52am
9th Jun 2024 6:52am
the littleness of man
If men would but search and understand what God had made known of
Himself and His purposes, they would obtain such a view of the glory, majesty, and power of Jehovah
that they would realise their own littleness and would be content with that which has been revealed for
themselves and their children.”―Ellen G. White, The Great Controversy
he craves his mother’s breast alone,
and when his kin is born,
he sulks, rejected and forlorn,
his universe undone.
he tramples flat his neighbour’s pride
to elevate himself,
no greater...
Himself and His purposes, they would obtain such a view of the glory, majesty, and power of Jehovah
that they would realise their own littleness and would be content with that which has been revealed for
themselves and their children.”―Ellen G. White, The Great Controversy
he craves his mother’s breast alone,
and when his kin is born,
he sulks, rejected and forlorn,
his universe undone.
he tramples flat his neighbour’s pride
to elevate himself,
no greater...
#identity
#myself
#SelfHarm #SelfWorth
#SelfHarm #SelfWorth
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