Long Self harm Poems

I was born to be a survivor and a fighter.
That's why I became a writer.
As a child the physical abuse I endured.
Being a baby it was pretty absurd.

The child of recovering addicts.
Even one that still...

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Support Your Local Po' Whet (Hick) Bummer, i.e. me

Freedom from onset of pervasive gloom 
(attendant with profusely perspiring palms, 
hut tree men duh us aggravation), would be 
a dog send to this melon collie bow...

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I know your confidence is low, you don't see much in yourself
You've had to face your demons alone, your family didn't do enough to help
They had other priorities such as drinking
Keeping your thoughts to yourself...

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Emotional fatigue courtesy exhaustive vituperative harangue...

Lobbed and unleashed upon the heads
of (yours truly and the missus)
so called selfish "monsters."

The evening of Wednesday April 19th
witnessed us (birth parents of our first born)
weathering blistering telephonic brickbats.

She (unnamed...

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My pen is loaded and I'm not taking any prisoners
I've been held hostage by depression for too long, so I'm sorry for not having many visitors 
I've been going through it, and have spent many...

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My sweet boy was the  f i r s t  and the  l a s t,
           the one who quickly made me...

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The Girl On The Hill
I know of a girl who sits on a hill
Her skin is pale and her hair is silk 
I walk past her everyday and almost every night 
And sometimes I stop...

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Is there a life after death? I'm about to see
I'm ready to find out, got no one looking out for me
Been betrayed by everyone I gave my all too
They dug the hole, they made me...

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Love not a writer because most
People thought writers are adorable,
Writers have no perfect heart as you see them.
Their hearts are afraid of rejection and always hide in their shells whenever they are discriminated in the...

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Love not a writer because most
People thought writers are adorable,
Writers have no perfect heart as you see them.
Their hearts are afraid of rejection and always hide in their shells whenever they are discriminated in the...

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Don't let me die without writing this first
I'm fighting the hurt
Bleeding with ink, crying with words
Let me write this before I'm lying in dirt
Don't take this as a suicide note, but tomorrow isn't promised
Take it...

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Welcome to the man with the largest ego on planet earth
Thinking I'm gods gift to women, and acting like I'm a hero in a verse
Just because I tell a story through my words and rhyme...

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Unashamedly Yes but unfortunately 

I also have to admit to doing this my own self 

Otherwise who am I then in fact 

No better in fact rather so far much worse

If I know the truth...

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Frightened

Sarah sits alone in her bedroom
She thinks that no-one understands
Being picked on every day at school
By girls she used to class as friends

Lying awake in bed every night
Dreading the next morning
Constantly getting told off in...

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It calls me closer, its calls me near
'Just once and it'll be over'
Death whispers in my ear
Irresistible is its sweet entice
Staring down, which one to slice, 
I observe my previous tries
My unseen hurt and earlier...

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I’ve discovered that
My brain is a place that knows no bounds
Of expression.
A magazine of thoughts, live rounds
That lock
Into the chamber, my mouth
As my tongue cocks back,
Hammers forward and spits them out.
I’ve discovered the irony
Of saving...

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They Talk about Drugs, alcohol & sex, but this is an issue the media don't speak on
Maybe they don't care, or maybe they don't understand where we bleed from
Some people label you an attention seeker...

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It all started with a dad who didn't love him
a mum who wouldn't hug him
a sister and brother who are addicted to smack
This isn't even a poem, these are the facts

a little boy in need...

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Hey guys this isn't a poem it's more like me telling you all about myself and my life.
As you all may know from the content of my poems that I suffer from mild to severe...

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Depression by my side, anxiety is there too
I speak on subjects that most people are scared to
I won't apologize for speaking on the pain that I've felt
I'm just learning to love myself

It all started on...

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as a cild it hat often been the box that mattered
          
          it gave shelter and comfort...

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Ask my parents. They’ll tell you, my favorite phrase, growing up was, “I can do it all by myself.” One day, I sat, spinning the top of my Flintstones vitamin bottle, wondering, how many spins...

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A preconception in my mind
Of a nudist beach in the sun
Men of pervy persuasion 
Roam the sands 
Eyes behind dark glasses
Men with their dangly bits 
A display of exhibitionism?
A desire to be seen?
A legalised flasher...

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Hello and my name is Claire
I’m twenty three years of age and come from nowhere
When I was young my parents moved around the UK,
Every place we travelled I met friends and had expectations to stay
But...

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I've been made to feel things I didn't want to feel 
I was numb for so long I forgot that my wounds were real
I tried to escape but depression chased me
I just need someone to...

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