Self Harm Poems - Poems about Self Harm

She always hated the sight of blood But now it had become her greatest comfort She felt her blood was the only one who understood What it was like to be judged Both hated on for their colour Both wanting to be hidden Both wanting to be invisible Each cut sent waves of euphoria throughout her body She wasn't a masochist...

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Scars fade but trauma doesn't She wished it was the the other way round At least then she wouldn't be haunted by the memories Maybe the cuts wouldn't hurt as much Maybe she wouldn't have done it at all Each tear was another cut Each cut made her numb She didn't want people to see her cry she thought Her...

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To be a good father You already have to be a good man But apparently he couldn't be either guess it was just easier For him to be just like his father Him being a black father Made it harder The stereotypes That followed him around That policed He probably internally agreed He felt it must've...

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Bloodlet me, my precious You can make this my willing sacrifice To cure me of impurity, of sickness. Cut gashes into my face. Discard chunks of my body. These cliffs into my mind, Scars of unhealing, they save me. Blotch my red everywhere. Nobody wants my stained mind, but you— You save all the sympathy— Iridescent, darling, could you ever understand? Can't you see, I want to...

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my dear friends, i am writing to address a memory of sorts: a lovely barbecue, evening, on the beach. you all brought ingredients to pile on my barbecue. you all brought your onions your palette knives your cutting board and one of you were cutting onions. at the beach. the juices, they pricked pricked...

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There’s this voice that echoes inside of me,in the pit of my soul He has long sharp nails, with which he tears down the walls of my heart,piece by piece Every time my foot steps on the grass, greener than the day before He pulls me down into the Earth And I am submerged into the sea Filled with...

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The little beads rise to the surface of her skin. The skin that seems to have 'gotten scratched by the cat' One too many times. But as she goes to erase all evidence of her deflect She feels it sting. A sting she knows all too well. Her blood feeling the tension of the gleaming blade against her skin The sting comes and...

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I see the lines, I trace the skin, I swear this time won’t start again. The pain fades fast, but not for long, The ache remains, the pull too strong. I see the lines, I hide them well, A silent scream, A private hell. If only I could yell, Help, But if I reach, if I let go, Maybe someone else will know. Maybe,...

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If only I knew What all this would do I never meant To be broke and bent I try and try But its never enough And just like that I call their bluff Im broken and hurt Blown off like dirt But I hide away The emotions I face As if put on a hidden display And the only one who will ever see Is...

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A cold, silver knife rests on my shaking fingers. I graze the blade across my life; the slicing of it lingers. I push the metal through my skin, right to my chest, it cuts. I have to let the blade in, to remove my outer crust. I peel, I tear, I rip to reveal my blood-stained bones. I put my hand up to my ribs, and...

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Mind desparate for hope desperatley searches for something to cling onto something to quiet down the endless cycle of repeating thoughts that haunt it every early morning and every late night In a symbolic way the only way to quiet down the pain is to lose something that makes you human the humanity within you once you let...

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Someone slowly makes a move Somewhere in the night A light switch, a lighter Some razor blade laughter Making someone alright For an hour or maybe two Any more, you’re getting greedy Drive her home in the morning Any more, you’re getting needy And who’s got time For that in their life? The dark bishops dismay At this bleak array Of black pawns hiding Just out of...

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I sought the balm of quiet streams, The hush of leaves in twilight's seam. A softer touch, a breathless sigh, To soothe the ache, to still the cry. Yet whispers grew, a haunting hum, A melody too soft to shun. Its lilting notes, like woven thread, Bound me close where silence bled. Two paths diverged beneath the trees, One bore thorns, the other ease. But...

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“She spoke to me; expressing desire to rid of her being soon. In her possession lay a bottle of ibuprofen and a dozen sharp razors too. That three slits down her butchered arms is all it really takes; that her life is intolerable and has been burdened through mistake. … In a state of panic, she opened...

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Last night i accidentally confessed to my friend I didn’t even know i did it until he started to apologize and tell me i deserved better “I wish i could give you what you deserve.” Is what he said to me And i laughed and asked him what he was talking about When he started to explain, i swear...

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