Selfharm Poems - Poems about Selfharm

...It was one of those nights, Nights where I look at my blood stained blades And observe the art of life that I've sculpted on my body. As i look into the mirror I think of how beautiful all of th......Read the rest...

...She never got spoon-fed and started licking off the knives But knives cut her tongue Her home is in the white spaces but not the words You claim to know the flower, but do you know its pollen grai......Read the rest...

...thank you to the ones who carried me here the ones that became my parents when my parents couldn’t hear me the ones who took in that little girl and saved her the ones who became her friends when......Read the rest...

...i can never be myself skin stretching around fat around tissue around blood around bones pushing through, spreading out, im aching but never breaking through i never wanted any attention never......Read the rest...

...sometimes I feel like I've forgotten how to breathe. like the air cycling through my body suddenly stands still. a dark fog protrudes from beneath the surface of my soul, slowly extending its tendril......Read the rest...

...10/9/2023 i know i am capable of loving i can feel it when i’m in love whether it’s with the warmth of a hand in mine, a colorful leaf falling from a tree, a connection transcending thro......Read the rest...

...Slit, slit slit, easy flick of the wrist, Seep down deep where metal and skin meet In my dreams it's never what it seems "Get over it, quit throwing a fit", they say confused never knowing......Read the rest...

...i like seeing the blood When i cut my leg, i like to see the Red flowing out of me. It proves that i am real That i am alive That i am here. That's why i like to cut It's not just for control......Read the rest...

...It wraps around me like a blanket The only difference is it makes me colder Correction, it's the cold one I grab my canvas and paintbrushes I slowly start to make strokes onto the canvas One str......Read the rest...

...As a new day arises, you are once again faced with that trenched alarm bell. You open your eyes to feelings of emotional turmoil in the pit of your stomach, a remembrance of this living hell. There ......Read the rest...