Poems About Self Harm by Top Critiquers
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 11:26am
12th Jan 2025 11:26am
That's all your worth
Wretched but beautiful
My eyes see you but I look away
Throw yourself into a den of lions
I'll bring the popcorn and goobers
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
Hope your having a great weekend
My eyes see you but I look away
Throw yourself into a den of lions
I'll bring the popcorn and goobers
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
Hope your having a great weekend
#fiction
#hate
#manipulation
#SelfHarm
#TruthOfLife
99 reads
6 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
16th Aug 2018 7:27pm
16th Aug 2018 7:27pm
god damn it
I feel your pain as though it were my own
you dance with the knife
daring it to do its bidding
go deeper darling
feel the feeling
every day the same;
pain
you dull it until bed
and dread awakening
you know it will be there;
again to greet you
you count the minutes
the clock stops for us
the lonely ones; mad ones
who cry for the moon
and we create images in his likeness
because we must
all to appease the gods
the...
you dance with the knife
daring it to do its bidding
go deeper darling
feel the feeling
every day the same;
pain
you dull it until bed
and dread awakening
you know it will be there;
again to greet you
you count the minutes
the clock stops for us
the lonely ones; mad ones
who cry for the moon
and we create images in his likeness
because we must
all to appease the gods
the...
#dark
#SelfHarm
843 reads
14 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
28th Oct 2019 7:49pm
28th Oct 2019 7:49pm
A DARK BLACK HOLE
#SelfHarm
#addiction
#nightmares
786 reads
2 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
345 reads
34 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 8:46pm
30th Dec 2024 8:46pm
Fast and Furious
So, my countrymen have decided
to embrace...and celebrate...
organized stupidity.
So it is written.
So let it be done.
And may they learn the hard way
how to bring order
to their own thoughts
and actions.
Though unnecessary...
as forethought would have done the job.
So stub your toes, America!
Fuck around and find out.
Go ahead. Reach out.
Get a good grip on that
spinning table saw blade!
...
to embrace...and celebrate...
organized stupidity.
So it is written.
So let it be done.
And may they learn the hard way
how to bring order
to their own thoughts
and actions.
Though unnecessary...
as forethought would have done the job.
So stub your toes, America!
Fuck around and find out.
Go ahead. Reach out.
Get a good grip on that
spinning table saw blade!
...
#abuse
#addiction
#ignorance #SelfHarm
#ignorance #SelfHarm
237 reads
8 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
7th Dec 2022 3:00pm
7th Dec 2022 3:00pm
Paper Heart sinking...
I sailed paper boats.
Kindly but roughly.
In the chaos of my mind
they called me crazy
broken dreams, folded in pain
one thousand paper cut words
stranded in sonnets
stuck in the lock waiting
but the gates never open
drifting in heavy flow of ink
menstruation of bloody words
the cycle always continues
with each period more words come.
I suppose I am an adult now
but the blood came far too soon.
is this what the Devil intended?
penetrating into my shores.
opening this new destination ...
Kindly but roughly.
In the chaos of my mind
they called me crazy
broken dreams, folded in pain
one thousand paper cut words
stranded in sonnets
stuck in the lock waiting
but the gates never open
drifting in heavy flow of ink
menstruation of bloody words
the cycle always continues
with each period more words come.
I suppose I am an adult now
but the blood came far too soon.
is this what the Devil intended?
penetrating into my shores.
opening this new destination ...
#sadness
#SelfHarm
#confusion
#suffering
#childhood
763 reads
48 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
11th Aug 2023 4:16am
11th Aug 2023 4:16am
Fearless
Self hatred is an exceptionally stupid practice
It's like siphoning fuel from your own car
Or throwing out your loaded plate
at the end of a sumptuous buffet line
Over guarding one's ego
Is wearing vise-like constrictive tight protective gear
with the insistence it is keeping you safe
It's an overzealous gatekeeper
turning away your own party guests
self hatred borrows from death
darkening one's life with each debit
wishing away days
that will be desperately
wished for later
Negativity
is that friend...
It's like siphoning fuel from your own car
Or throwing out your loaded plate
at the end of a sumptuous buffet line
Over guarding one's ego
Is wearing vise-like constrictive tight protective gear
with the insistence it is keeping you safe
It's an overzealous gatekeeper
turning away your own party guests
self hatred borrows from death
darkening one's life with each debit
wishing away days
that will be desperately
wished for later
Negativity
is that friend...
#LifeStruggles
#SelfHarm
#uplifting #SelfWorth
#uplifting #SelfWorth
342 reads
5 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
18th Jun 2021 4:18pm
18th Jun 2021 4:18pm
Pregabalin
My brain stands the risk in this track and field event..
A spear about 2.5 m in length is thrown inside my neurons..
Do you know the Olympics?
How they throw javelin?
Pregabalin's like the javelin throw..
Post Gabalin I called it.. Inside my head..
My mind itself in this combined event of decathlon and heptathlon..
My soul's constantly praying to escape and rest free, at least even in Babylon..
Dead is such a thrill..
Don't you want to try? /.
Say your last...
A spear about 2.5 m in length is thrown inside my neurons..
Do you know the Olympics?
How they throw javelin?
Pregabalin's like the javelin throw..
Post Gabalin I called it.. Inside my head..
My mind itself in this combined event of decathlon and heptathlon..
My soul's constantly praying to escape and rest free, at least even in Babylon..
Dead is such a thrill..
Don't you want to try? /.
Say your last...
#depression
#SelfHarm
#suicide
612 reads
6 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 10:28pm
11th Nov 2024 10:28pm
my scars
my scars
run much
deeper
than any
someone
will see
on the
surface.
run much
deeper
than any
someone
will see
on the
surface.
#disability
#MentalHealth
#SelfHarm
#vulnerability
#weakness
170 reads
8 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
11th Jun 2018 00:25am
11th Jun 2018 00:25am
the infighting isn't great ..
the infighting isn't great
the struggle lies within myself and
I seek to make peace
but the problem is
with whom I should negotiate ..
the struggle lies within myself and
I seek to make peace
but the problem is
with whom I should negotiate ..
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
527 reads
4 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
18th Sep 2018 11:24pm
18th Sep 2018 11:24pm
Unstability of the Dancing Illusions (Re-sub)
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth
659 reads
6 Comments
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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2 Comments
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