Best Wrists Poems

I'm sitting on the floor
I'm crying so much more
trying to erase this pain
trying to forget your face
sitting here with the blade in my hand
running so slow blood dripping down
in a deep red color
flowing freely the way i want to feel

I'm sitting on the floor 
holding...

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A story is told 
Just by the look of it
You see it starts to unfold 
It's hard to take in just a bit

So many memories
I take them all with me
I pull at my sleeves
So that no one see

I don't want to hurt anyone
Even when they've...

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Behind those hidden marked wrists
Are lies, skepticism and fears
Behind those calloused, clenched fists
Is a cauldron of uncontrollable tears.

Behind those evident scars
Is a constant cycle of sorrows
An imaginary fiend that mars
A twinge that only herself knows.

Behind those unappealing blotches
Are griefs, worries and insecurities
Inflictive pain worth a...

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The sharp edge 
catches the light on my
wrist like a bangle that was 
meant to be there

The blade has teeth but
doesn't smile
it just knows, it just understands
me
and my shaking fingers

like a servant 
it will do as I ask
like a slave
there is no choice
like a friend...

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Fear
loathe
pity us Not

We scars

so judiciously brought into existence
by silent shreds
of emotion:

Jagged sighs,
wretched smiles,
come journey Dysfunction.

We beg your brave outsiders' senses
to peer

Are you
Perplexed by soft whispers
that emanate Clear
from each
line?

Does our breadth
of a slice
of depth
of vice

the stripping of seams
to bloodlines
within,

defy perfect dreams
of sweet nectar
skin?

Dare you touch these...

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I was born 6 lbs. 9 oz. with blond hair and blue eyes. 
I was also born gay
I am anorexic. 
And you would think people would ridicule me for this instead of me being gay.
 Surely they would see how unhealthy it was and see...

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Handcuff Wrists

What constitutes correct campaign contribution?
Also, show me what should be right solution
That will put proper feather in our each cap
So we can avoid having a political mishap.

Maybe might be a maximum requirement
And where all of the money may have went
Instead of person who is...

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Open your wrists
Let the blood leak out
In a crimson river of tears

Allow it to fall
Upon tile grounds
Making the color unclear

Open your mouth
Let a scream slip out
And echo against lonely walls

Allow it to linger,
To fill quiet airs
Then back in your ears, let it crawl

Open your mind
Let...

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I'm numb. I'm indifferent. I don't love or hate you anymore. I'm luke warm and being spit
out of God's mouth... There's so much room now with out you in my universe. I told myself
I would, and you kept interrupting. Barging in through the door without...

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I slit my wrists
At the memory of two fists
Coming down on my face
I can't help but feeling out of 
place
Why does happen to me
I can't help who I might be
Don't you have any memory of 
us?
I never put up a fuss
But you still hate your...

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Helga’s wrists are out of caress
I can’t touch’ em, this is true,
Full of woes I’m really jealous,
Pain is same as songs, anew
I am blaming Fate, that’s wicked,
But I know myself, no one
will suggest another ticket 
for my way, sky’s deaf. It’s done.
All her deeds are...

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I won’t cut my wrists to get your attention
I’m not like her
I don’t have to bribe you with my suffering
I’m perfectly sane
As sane as you can be when you live around these people
I won’t spend my time bent over a toilet to get your attention
I’m...

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absolutely maybe if wings flew
 without a bird's body and the air
lifted ground as outer space
filled inner spirits

  then all things might be 
equal and if so then what?

Zero.

Which is arguably a 'something'
less than 1 but greater than 
less than zero.

Words.

The devil's insidious plot...

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Soon Would Split Both Wrists

Trump has been known to be a misogynist;
Good looking women loves and can't resist;
With much regret,
We here will set;
Sure wish he would soon split both wrists.

Jim Horn...

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Just let my heart and mind breath
I bellow out into the bitter wind
The constant plummeting of thoughts
Against my skull
Nausea narrows and squeezes my lungs in its paws
My organs are the monster’s play toys
Thrown around
Pulled apart
Beat around
And left alone
Emotions spilling out of my chest
Overflowing me
I’m drowning...

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