'self harm'
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Don't ask me why
So many tears I've cried
To so many questions I've lied
So many requests I've denied
IDK is my favoite answer
Words of hurt spread through me like cancer
1 cut, 2 cut. 3 cut 4
I dont wanna feel this pain anymore
I'm definitely not happy but I don't wanan die
Because I just have to survive
So for now 1 cut, 2 cut. 3 cut 4
I was caught 1, 2, 3, times
I lied, I cried, I pleaded Eventually I conceded
But not to cuts but to a scratch
If I said the truth out loud I knew it would last
Scratches dont cause white scars
She cried as she slashed at her skin,
It wasn’t the razor that hurt her but the feeling of sin.
She wished she didn’t have to do this,
But how else would she feel bliss?
She cried as she slashed at her skin,
It wasn’t the razor that hurt her but the feeling of sin.
She wished she didn’t have to do this,
But how else would she feel bliss?
She cried as she slashed at her skin,
It wasn’t the razor that hurt her but the feeling of sin.
She wished she didn’t have to do this,
But how else would she feel bliss?
fires ablaze within my eyes,
a smile concealing all my lies,
screaming, begging, calling out,
a final, frantic, desperate, shout.
scarlet tears drip from each vein,
a vehement covet to end this pain,
fires ablaze within my eyes,
a smile concealing all my lies,
screaming, begging, calling out,
a final, frantic, desperate, shout.
scarlet tears drip from each vein,
a vehement covet to end this pain,
My peony is pretty
She has Short pink hair.
She lives within my heart
and gives me so much glee.
i love her like
the orange sunrise
and i love her more
than i love myself.
Scars, Scars, Scars
The scars on my arms are not best
Because one day I might cut my artery and go to rest.
It's not good to take the bait,
From someone who isn't great.
Because when I do,
I think deep down I want someone to know
But still I cant help but think
What good would come from it
All that would happen is that they would know
They would either worry or not
trigger warning // self harm, mentions of yelling
when i was younger
a child; innocent, ignorant, small and vociferate
my father convinced me not to cry.
he'd say " crying is weak ", and " crying is for the weak "
I look in the mirror and see the little girl that was so excited about growing up and I wonder what she would think of me now with tears in my eyes and cuts on my thighs.
Why do I feel
this way?
Why do I always give you the benefit of the doubt and never cut myself
the same slack?
words
spew and
Once upon a time
There was a girl and
When left alone in her head
She found a knife.
Once upon a time
a girl with a knife cut
patterns into her arms
Because as the blood ran
I was neglected, not by my parents.
But by myself.
I neglected myself when I didn't allow myself to love.
I neglected myself when I flew away from courage.
I neglected myself when I couldn't accept my mistakes.
I could see that she had a purple cloak
over her feelings,
Constantly picked on with a wall over
her heart.
She went upstairs to her room,
grabbed her blade,
and cuts until she saw decadent red
You touch the water and recoil
I touch it and it comforts me
My hands numb to the pain thw water should create
My skin, bright red but unfeeling
This pain doesnt leave a constant reminder
Poetry kept her safe;
Poetry kept her sane.
When words pile up within her brain and
Threaten to explode,
She turned to ink and paper.
Poetry gave her comfort;
Poetry gave her an escape.
my breath runs
exit sign teeth
door lips
quick as the realization
swiftly mugged me
of my tranquility
i can feel
So you think I am a screw up. Do you know I get all A's? You told people I was a cutter. Do you know that made me insane? You'd mock the plumpness of my lips. Do you realize l felt insecure? You told people you'd never change. Do you realize your
Why do you do it? Why do you put yourself in so much pain? Why do you put me in pain? You may not realize it, but every time you hurt yourself you hurt me too. Baby girl I love you with all my heart, but why do you cut up your arms and legs?
Why do you do it? Why do you put yourself in so much pain? Why do you put me in pain? You may not realize it, but every time you hurt yourself you hurt me too. Baby girl I love you with all my heart, but why do you cut up your arms and legs?
You sit there watching as the red paint beads up against the pale background. You sit there and watch as your painting of red covers the pale canvas... You're stuck just watching as the scarlet red dripps and dribbles.
Tears roll down from eyes to the ground;
They tickle my cheeks and chin, yet I am not smiling.
As my face becomes wet; my hands become soaked
Sharp, sting, pain, bliss, but over all a Distraction
When there’s a ball of emotions in your chest so tangled you can’t tell the difference from depression and anxiety there’s only one thing that seems right
Red
Blood of friends lost to hate
Passion for what she can create
From the hurt of being too late
At least that wasn’t her fate
