Poems About Self Harm Published by Members Recently Online
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NoQuarter
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 6:12am
26th Jan 2025 6:12am
Anatomy Of Hurt
Flesh gives before i do.
A thin red line separates the quiet
from the screaming in my head,
proof that I'm still here,
proof that I'd rather not be.
The body betrays itself,
tender and raw,
breaking under the weight
of hands it thought it could trust.
Pain is a harmonious language-
simple, sharp,
speaking truths that can't be said out loud.
It says - you deserve this.
It says - this is all there is.
Bruises bloom, beautiful and dark,
wanting constellations on a body turned into...
A thin red line separates the quiet
from the screaming in my head,
proof that I'm still here,
proof that I'd rather not be.
The body betrays itself,
tender and raw,
breaking under the weight
of hands it thought it could trust.
Pain is a harmonious language-
simple, sharp,
speaking truths that can't be said out loud.
It says - you deserve this.
It says - this is all there is.
Bruises bloom, beautiful and dark,
wanting constellations on a body turned into...
#dark
#SelfHarm
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NoQuarter
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 6:12am
26th Jan 2025 6:12am
Anatomy Of Hurt
Flesh gives before i do.
A thin red line separates the quiet
from the screaming in my head,
proof that I'm still here,
proof that I'd rather not be.
The body betrays itself,
tender and raw,
breaking under the weight
of hands it thought it could trust.
Pain is a harmonious language-
simple, sharp,
speaking truths that can't be said out loud.
It says - you deserve this.
It says - this is all there is.
Bruises bloom, beautiful and dark,
wanting constellations on a body turned into...
A thin red line separates the quiet
from the screaming in my head,
proof that I'm still here,
proof that I'd rather not be.
The body betrays itself,
tender and raw,
breaking under the weight
of hands it thought it could trust.
Pain is a harmonious language-
simple, sharp,
speaking truths that can't be said out loud.
It says - you deserve this.
It says - this is all there is.
Bruises bloom, beautiful and dark,
wanting constellations on a body turned into...
#dark
#SelfHarm
194 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
12th Jan 2024 00:21am
12th Jan 2024 00:21am
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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5 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
12th Jan 2024 00:21am
12th Jan 2024 00:21am
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
206 reads
5 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
12th Jan 2024 00:21am
12th Jan 2024 00:21am
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
206 reads
5 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
12th Jan 2024 00:21am
12th Jan 2024 00:21am
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
206 reads
5 Comments
copingwithwords__
Poem Published
16th Mar 2023 8:20pm
16th Mar 2023 8:20pm
a child in her heart
i pick my skin until i bleed,
scratch and rip it apart
every bit of dark disappears when we meet
but till then the dark is my whole, not just a part.
one second i’m at my best.
next i am at my worst.
just tired, can’t get any rest
from my mind, as if i am cursed.
but really, i’m just weak
a child that didn‘t learn how to soothe herself
with a heart where emotions just leak
and a mind that shuts down because of her heart and itself.
life goes on, and i function every day
where i get the chance i laugh...
scratch and rip it apart
every bit of dark disappears when we meet
but till then the dark is my whole, not just a part.
one second i’m at my best.
next i am at my worst.
just tired, can’t get any rest
from my mind, as if i am cursed.
but really, i’m just weak
a child that didn‘t learn how to soothe herself
with a heart where emotions just leak
and a mind that shuts down because of her heart and itself.
life goes on, and i function every day
where i get the chance i laugh...
#depression
#childhood
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
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copingwithwords__
Poem Published
16th Mar 2023 8:20pm
16th Mar 2023 8:20pm
a child in her heart
i pick my skin until i bleed,
scratch and rip it apart
every bit of dark disappears when we meet
but till then the dark is my whole, not just a part.
one second i’m at my best.
next i am at my worst.
just tired, can’t get any rest
from my mind, as if i am cursed.
but really, i’m just weak
a child that didn‘t learn how to soothe herself
with a heart where emotions just leak
and a mind that shuts down because of her heart and itself.
life goes on, and i function every day
where i get the chance i laugh...
scratch and rip it apart
every bit of dark disappears when we meet
but till then the dark is my whole, not just a part.
one second i’m at my best.
next i am at my worst.
just tired, can’t get any rest
from my mind, as if i am cursed.
but really, i’m just weak
a child that didn‘t learn how to soothe herself
with a heart where emotions just leak
and a mind that shuts down because of her heart and itself.
life goes on, and i function every day
where i get the chance i laugh...
#depression
#childhood
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
460 reads
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copingwithwords__
Poem Published
16th Mar 2023 8:20pm
16th Mar 2023 8:20pm
a child in her heart
i pick my skin until i bleed,
scratch and rip it apart
every bit of dark disappears when we meet
but till then the dark is my whole, not just a part.
one second i’m at my best.
next i am at my worst.
just tired, can’t get any rest
from my mind, as if i am cursed.
but really, i’m just weak
a child that didn‘t learn how to soothe herself
with a heart where emotions just leak
and a mind that shuts down because of her heart and itself.
life goes on, and i function every day
where i get the chance i laugh...
scratch and rip it apart
every bit of dark disappears when we meet
but till then the dark is my whole, not just a part.
one second i’m at my best.
next i am at my worst.
just tired, can’t get any rest
from my mind, as if i am cursed.
but really, i’m just weak
a child that didn‘t learn how to soothe herself
with a heart where emotions just leak
and a mind that shuts down because of her heart and itself.
life goes on, and i function every day
where i get the chance i laugh...
#depression
#childhood
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
460 reads
0 Comments
copingwithwords__
Poem Published
16th Mar 2023 8:20pm
16th Mar 2023 8:20pm
a child in her heart
i pick my skin until i bleed,
scratch and rip it apart
every bit of dark disappears when we meet
but till then the dark is my whole, not just a part.
one second i’m at my best.
next i am at my worst.
just tired, can’t get any rest
from my mind, as if i am cursed.
but really, i’m just weak
a child that didn‘t learn how to soothe herself
with a heart where emotions just leak
and a mind that shuts down because of her heart and itself.
life goes on, and i function every day
where i get the chance i laugh...
scratch and rip it apart
every bit of dark disappears when we meet
but till then the dark is my whole, not just a part.
one second i’m at my best.
next i am at my worst.
just tired, can’t get any rest
from my mind, as if i am cursed.
but really, i’m just weak
a child that didn‘t learn how to soothe herself
with a heart where emotions just leak
and a mind that shuts down because of her heart and itself.
life goes on, and i function every day
where i get the chance i laugh...
#depression
#childhood
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
460 reads
0 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
18th May 2024 5:39pm
18th May 2024 5:39pm
Vampire's Delight
Bite me
Hard
Break the skin
Drink my blood
Lush and lively
Thinned as you like it
Perfect bloody man drink
Shockingly delicious
All night long
Hard
Break the skin
Drink my blood
Lush and lively
Thinned as you like it
Perfect bloody man drink
Shockingly delicious
All night long
#dark
#SelfHarm
#temptation #vampires
#temptation #vampires
343 reads
34 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
18th May 2024 5:39pm
18th May 2024 5:39pm
Vampire's Delight
Bite me
Hard
Break the skin
Drink my blood
Lush and lively
Thinned as you like it
Perfect bloody man drink
Shockingly delicious
All night long
Hard
Break the skin
Drink my blood
Lush and lively
Thinned as you like it
Perfect bloody man drink
Shockingly delicious
All night long
#dark
#SelfHarm
#temptation #vampires
#temptation #vampires
343 reads
34 Comments
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