Long Self harm Poems
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Zak at fifteen is a grounded tanker
spilling an oily vitriol
as we listen
"You know how I'm wired! Weed frees me! Chokes off the
dark. Your bloody voices shame me! Messing me up! So I
toke! Bleak dreams break me! Sometimes, hung over, I can't
see the sun. What do you want? A Christmas Eve peace
where we kiss in fake goo? Why all the BS about an elephant in the room? Everybody needs to stop talking about it! Stop
looking at me like you want to see underneath it! Because I
don't know what good is!"
Outraged ire that snaps the air
like cheap china crashing
his pitch for freedom
Toxic stares
as he sweats in the ruling wreckage of words
what is his unheard story?
The family craves a sane peace, some zone of happiness
silver bow of recovery
Zak on speed dial
turbulent
straining at reason
crossing an invisible border
in the cradled heat of summer
His self harm like a full body cast
with no zip line
out
Poem composed: June 30, 2021
Feathered Brazilian brown hair with eyes that match.
Red lips,Skinny brows with mascara thick on each lash.
Skin tone honey roasted cashew.
Body scarred from self harm and all she had been through.
Felonies,misdemeanors and a diploma.
From Great kills,Staten Island to the beaches of Clearwater and Sarasota.
Vodka on the rocks with a splash of diet coke.
Mirror, a straw and lines of coke.
She always made you laugh With every joke.
Even though,Throughout my childhood my mom was an addict.
There is no other women, I would of rather spent my life with.
Taught me how to be ok with surviving by myself.
Showed me some life choices will have you buried or displayed on a shelf.
I’ve learned from all your mistakes. So, I choose love over wealth.
I was born the black sheep to break the family cycle for my own health.
To ensure, I face the life. I try to create with my best self.
We emerged from Grand Central Station,
Both ill, alarmed at our situation
Like two invaders, erupting forth
My twin went south, and I went North
I jaywalked reckless nearly hit by a car.
Then saw a bridge over the FDR
I wondered what price would be paid
On autopilot, I came on to the Esplanade
The pavement was wide, hexagonal tiled
The water was brilliant, turbulent wild
It mixed and whirled, restless and free
Yet ever drawn toward the devouring sea.
I got to the hospital, there was a nurse
She asked me questions from bad to worse
She seemed to have heard of my bad reputation
Briefly, I dreamt of Grand Central Station.
Then she asked me if I thought of self-harm
I said no, hoped she wouldn't push the alarm.
The doctor came, showed me the MRI
He flipped the sections, from my brain to my eye
We discussed options, if benign and if not
The biopsy would need x-rays to guide it to the spot
the tumor showed white, by the salivary gland
I turned white too, but stayed in command
Then I walked back, on the esplanade
Thinking life isn't fair, the price never paid
Was this all set in motion, when I made past mistakes?
Should I be angry or was it just the breaks?
Act of nature? Act of men? Either way
Life's river flows on, from the stream to the bay.
It feels kind of like someone gave me a drug,
mixed for the purpose of stamping out love.
Slipped like a Mickey when I was away.
Slammed down the hatch and now all I can say
is, "I don't know why I feel nothing at all."
Head like a hammer straight into the wall.
Black coat of tar dripping straight from my heart.
Struggle for breath while still acting the part.
Things that I’ve relished no longer seem fun.
Trapped in a cycle but still on the run.
Live for a purpose without any goals.
Watching it slip away as I get old.
Talks with myself and with all who will hear.
None seem to understand and so I fear,
I'm destined to fall, then perhaps they will learn
I was next in line… and 'twas simply my turn.
There has just been a new addition to the Self Family,
Which calls for all family members to undergo Self-Assessment,
The new member of the family has been named Self Isolation.
The welfare of family will depend on,
How well they respond to the demands of Self Isolation,
And that they remain Selfless until Self Isolation no longer,
Requires them to stay by his side,
And not wander off with Selfishness,
Or give into the demands of Self-loathing, Self-Harm or Self-doubt.
They should refrain from being tempted out of their bubble by the Selfies,
And other deadbeats who could undermine future relationships,
With Self Worth.
If Self Isolation becomes too hard to handle,
Self-Respect, Self-Image, Self-Control, Self-Belief and Self Help,
Can be contacted online or by phone,
So, they can look at themselves in the mirror without Self Regret.
invincibility had been a difficult pastime
the flak vest of insecurity and coverups
had managed to inflate anxieties and fears
to the bursting point of impromptu explosion
the festering boil had to be lanced at any cost
for resentments anger hurt and self-harm to subside
a bullet proof illusion was no longer an option
to call it friendly fire would be an understatement
what started as a splinter soon became a red-hot cudgel
incising the mind soul body complex of delusions
yet no more fully detached from valid emotions
he decided that having feeling was better than amnesia
You say you always see them smile
But have you looked into their eye
And see the sadness hidden there
Do you know that they don't care?
Have you noticed they seem withdrawn,
Do you know they feel alone?
Do you see them look away
And try to keep their tears at bay?
Do you see them hide behind their fears
Because they feel like no one cares?
When you make plans and they change their mind,
Do you ask them if they're fine?
When they say they're not ok
Do you look the other way?
When they wish that they were dead
Do you say it's in their head?
Are you there when they call,
To pick them up when they fall?
Do you see them pretend to be happy
When things are as bad as they can be?
Do you hear 'I'm fine' when clearly it's not true ?
Do they laugh to hide their feelings from you?
Do you see the cuts on their arm?
Do you know they try to self harm?
You need them and they're there for you,
But the reverse of that just isn't true.
You see them but you never realize
The sorrow written in their eyes.
You never try to show you care,
You take for granted they're always there.
But one day you will understand
When they lie dead by their own hand,
You'll cry and say you didn't know,
You'll wonder why they had to go,
And then it will be to late to care,
To see the signs which were always there.
Before they come to that bitter end,
Hold their hand and be their friend,
Be the shoulder for them to weep,
Be someone that they can keep.
Let them know they're not alone ,
Show them the love they've never known,
Give them space, but still be near,
Tell them that you'll always care,
Hold them close while you still can,
Don't let their life slip through your hand.
Horse chestnuts and long sticks scattered around
where children ,balancing along a wall
had tried their best to bring the conkers down,
since it was not yet time for them to fall.
Some shells were slightly open, and inside
lay nuts that caught the sun, a gleaming white,
impatient kids using their thumbnails prised
the shell apart to find a fruit unripe.
These youngsters grow old way before their time,
exposed to influence beyond their years,
not maturing slowly to reach their prime
their childish minds burdened with adult fears.
Depression, self-harm and anxiety,
from images of perfection instilled
by social media and on the TV
fast forward through their childhoods, unfulfilled.
How many with sad futures? Who can tell,
unripened lives lived in their broken shells.
I began faking a smile at 10
Although I never cried in front of others, I stopped showing all feelings
By age 12 my friend began self harm
Thinking about it was as far as I ever got
To be honest the only reason I never got beyond the thought was my brother
By age 14 I moved away from everyone I loved yet continued to "be okay"
It was becoming more and more difficult to contain the breakdowns when there was no longer things to take away
What used to help me is no longer of interest because I was told that it made me worse.
I catered to everyone around me and didn't want to try anymore
When I met him I expected him to leave and when he didn't I got attached
Trusting people and talking about my home was something I stopped by age 13
Everything was improving and then it came crashing down.
At age 15 I started starving myself because it made me thinner
Now I'm halfway to 16 and have decided that I am done pretending
If everyone that made me this way won't apologize then neither will I
Being able to trick everyone else was a skill but perhaps, I also fell victim to the mask.
My lil lady is sorrowful thinking of what she's done
She calls me whimpering wanting to come home
The psychiatric hospital full of its treatments
Still can never understand the deep darkness
I too been there and sometimes find my way back
To a hate of oneself and why feeling good I lack
I wanna hold her and comfort her to be alright
But im only a mother not a doctor in this fight
I try and give her the mental tools I've used
To help her through this hellish self abuse
I explain its roots with addiction from pain
She says she's numb needs comfort again
But her security blanket is dangerous overall
I will forever dread getting one last call
Of those lights she was seeing being a last time
I ever get to hold her and remind her of life
I hate passing on this mental reaction
Mixed up chemicals our brains are lacking
If one thing i can do in life is hold her hand
With my guidance through this terrible storm
I gladly will do my best to be side by side her
In this maze we will help each other find there
A door once popped open leading me out
Im going back in to save my child from doubt