Harm Self Poems

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...

Read More

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...

Read More

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...

Read More

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...

Read More

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...

Read More

I see you feel tired and discouraged, 
sometimes disappointed with yourself and others. 
I cannot remember where I read or heard it,
but one should cut...

Read More

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...

Read More

Of Love
A feeling that seeps through you,
Searching—
For, as people claim, the heart.
But don’t you feel
It’s shackled, chained, and bound?
But—
People.
People.
These puppets of fate,
These endless masses of...

Read More

My third wife is angry now, she knows that I cheated.
But I like life on the edge, so I told her to pack up and...

Read More

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...

Read More

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...

Read More

“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...

Read More

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...

Read More

Clean? I whisper into the dark tracing the very skin I used to puncture.
456 days.
1 year, 3 months, and 3 day's spent, trying to heal...

Read More

I live, letting life’s events blow along with the wind; inhaling the scented, crisp breeze. I seldom sit down and question my purpose, instead I...

Read More