#selfharm

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  • taytay_nicole424 4d

    Addiction

    Drowning in vodka bubbles
    Incased in the dark crevices of my mind
    Forever chained
    To these merciless demons of mine

    Why is it so hard for people to comprehend
    That these slashed crimson lines upon my skin
    Are the only thing strong enough
    To keep these frigid guitar strings in my body from snapping away

    Judging me with knives and sneers
    "Attention whore" "freak" they all roar
    It's easier to critique when you aren't the one on the other end of this silent war
    When you aren't the one on the other side of this dark door

    Don't pretend to care
    There's no need to worry
    It's just a little cut
    No harm done
    Right?
    ©taytay_nicole424

  • african_nate 4w

    "You are the first one" she told me as she slid up the hand sleeves of her sweater to show me her masterpieces. She was an artist of impeccable talent using her wrists as her canvas paper,the razor blade hidden in the little drawer of her dressing mirror was her highly valued pen and the thick dark red blood slowly oozing from the wrist acting as the perfect priceless ink. Some of the razor slash marks were fading out revealing years of practice and dedication.The fresh cuts on her left wrists were evident even in the dim lighting of her crib,a concrete evidence of a recent moment of inspiration.She enjoyed the tingle of pain as the razor cut through her skin and enjoyed the lustful temptation of cutting deeper the next time she did it.And for a moment there I envied her,if only I had the courage I would slash out my wrists and let them hurt till I go numb.But my fear was, "what will happen once the pain is no longer enough?"Guess then we would just call it a day...so she said
    ©african_nate

  • the_silent_shewolf 5w

    Manipulate

    Choking on that razor blade,
    Let's add some salt...
    Swallow that blood,
    I'll paint it in red and silver.
    "I've never done it before I wanna know how it feels"
    _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
    "I did it to feel what you feel"
    I fight this urge every day.
    You don't understand that struggle.
    NOT a single day goes by,
    I don't think about it..
    ©the_silent_shewolf

  • wolfbrown 5w

    I AM A GHOST

    It feels like im trapped in a  preternatural
    dimension
    Even my deafening and desperate screams are inaudible
    I keep banging on this door still unable to attract a single soul's attention
    Any effort is futile and escape is palpably impossible
    Slowly all feelings are fading away even grief and helplessness
    Slowly i will feel nothing and become a part of nothingness
    I will be free from this cursed life of agony despair and stress
    This is only fair and a fitting end for a fuck up like me
    Searching for why and my last memory suddenly strikes me
    I remember a trickle of blood slowly coming out of my veins
    I remember the anguish the melancholy that lead me to a blade
    I've lost all my preposterous worries I'm finally not afraid
    I can hear the dripping of water maybe outside it rains
    Im filled with euphoria finally I've tasted freedom
    Some simply won't care but one will convict me of treason
    I wish i could apologise to you my bloodbrother
    I've broken the oath
    But now im finally free of all burdens
    I've become a ghost
    ©wolfbrown

  • wordswithroses 5w

    SCARS

    You are my self harming behavior.

    ©wordswithroses

  • samielove 9w

    The Demons Point Of View

    I’m here and I’m there.
    I’m everywhere.

    Don’t be frightened
    I’m here to enlighten

    Let me tell you about a thing called fear.
    It’s an overwhelming sensation, don’t worry my dear.

    It will make you stop, send shivers down your spine, and then you’ll be mine.

    I crave for that look in your eyes,
    Make sure you say your goodbyes.

    Once I take hold,
    who knows what will be told.

    Another suicide?
    Perhaps something more to make you terrified.

    Shush my dear, no need to fright.
    I wouldn't turn on the light.

    For it will be your sanity.
    I know you long to be free.

    I’m not through with you yet my love.
    You know, I’m not from above.

    Oh how I love to see you quiver,
    I’ll make sure I deliver.

    Your tears make me smile.
    Look I made you so fragile.

    It’s just you and I for eternity.
    If I must say so, our destiny.

    Don’t cover your ears darling.
    Then you won’t be self harming.

    Scream all you that you want to.
    Soon your lips will be blue.

    I’m glad my whispers are taking affect.
    You know how much I love to infect.

    You can’t fight me forever.
    It will be easier if you surrender.

    Goodbye for now.
    Sleep tight, don’t let the demons fright.
    ©samielove

  • ylviia 22w

    This is a message to all the people
    Who are scared to seek help
    And rather suffer alone on their own
    I know it sounds superficial but you can do it
    You are strong enough
    You are worth it to recover
    You deserve to fight for your happiness
    Because there won't be a moment where it will find its way to you
    For us people struggling
    Happiness is hard to maintain
    We have to chase it, we have to fight for it
    But today, I actually gathered the strength
    To make the first step towards recovery
    Towards a better journey,
    Towards a better and happier life in the future
    And I want to tell you
    That it's never to late to reach out
    It sounds so simple but I know
    That it's hard as hell
    Opening up, Trusting someone,
    Being vulnerable
    It is so f*cking scary, it makes you feel
    Paralyzed
    But you won't regret it, I know I won't
    And trust me, for this battle
    You need someone to watch your back
    This battle sadly can't be conquered on its own, at least I couldn't
    And I fought
    I fought for three fucking years
    And the lies I have been feeding up myself with, the things I have told myself
    You can't face a battle against yourself
    Such a battle has no victory
    But you can reach for the better life
    You can walk away from the battle,
    You only got to make the first step
    So promise me you will tell someone today
    Reach out for help, fight for your happiness
    It's your life after all
    And promise me you won't listen to the lies you tell yourself
    Do not listen to a single word they say
    "You are fine now, you see?"
    Hell no I ain't and we both know it
    "You can do it on your own, you are in control"
    If I were in control, I would have taken action long time ago"
    Talk back, gather your last strength and reach out
    Because you deserve it
    Because you're worth it

    ©ylviia

  • laniemakes 23w

    Instagram: @theCEOofH2O

    Trigger warning: self h*rm, s*icidal, mental illness

    Before fourteen
    I remember
    I used to look in the mirror and wonder
    Why is that person such an ugly girl

    I remember
    I used to be in my classes and
    Wondering how my life would end

    I remember
    How worthless I felt breathing
    And how hard it was to keep living

    Life was a warzone and I was surviving
    I am a survivor because I tried my best trying
    Trying, to live and I kept fighting
    Fighting against my own mind
    I
    Had these marks
    that can be considered as battlescars
    Or tiger stripes from the dark

    They were definitely marks
    I drew on my wrist with a pencil
    In the shape of a triangle
    But then it revealed red ink

    I now think,
    I am not a piece of paper to draw on
    I am a piece of artwork
    Who belongs in the gallery
    For being such a beautiful girl

    No one deserves to go through the same pain
    Self love is a journey and I’m still on my way
    I’m brighter than any star in the sky or any flame
    I’m now falling in love with myself every single day

    #cees_tp_chall #mirakee #challenge #topicprompt #battlescars #prompt #selfharm #selflove #selfhate #writerscommunity #writersnetwork #poetry #poem #mentalhealth #mentalillness

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    I'm a Survivor

    ©laniemakes/theCEOofH2O

  • frog 23w

    self harm

    I want to cut
    long and deep
    just to watch
    the blood seep
    through my shirt
    down my wrist
    leave me in eternal bliss
    feel the burn
    feel the pain
    so much i forgot my name
    im not okay
    and neither are you
    so why won't you just say
    you love me too
    ©frog

  • nerezza 25w

    Exposed

    Hypocrisy
    I realised existed closer than it seemed
    For the people around
    Empathised with those issues
    Which were taboo in their own spaces
    Which were brushed off as
    “It was past”
    “It has to be long buried off”
    “You had to move on”
    Sorry to disappoint
    But that’s not how it works.
    How can you make someone act like it never happened?
    How can you ask them to rise when they were not given a chance to mourn the fall?
    Instead of a proper healing of a wound
    It was hushed off affair of veiling
    Of making yet another treasure out of it
    Of putting it in the collection of dark secrets
    A perfect recipe to threaten a human existence
    Into becoming a grave of memories,
    A burning pyre
    Which would be lit until one of it fades
    Either the person or the memories
    Till then life would be a battle field
    With scars, cuts, bloods, sleepless nights as cherished rewards of long drawn out war
    With complementaries of—
    “You won it”
    “We are proud of you”
    “You did it”
    Which are yet another of those illusive threads of hope
    To which you hang onto
    Thinking that pain has ceased finally.
    But let me tell you, it never does.
    Not will it ever.
    Though anger, sadness, all are gone
    Sharing the same fate as their initial source,
    That is being long lost
    But the journey and the pain
    From one morning to another
    From one night of struggles to another of breakdown
    From one morning of suffocation to a night of liberation
    And an aftermath of exhaustion remains
    The tiredness of continuing
    Despite wanting to give up remains
    And yet I know it’s not right to give up
    But it’s also not right to hide
    To conceal those struggles
    To never get a chance to heal
    To just survive
    Maybe it’s important to finally let it all out
    To breathe
    Not just mechanically inhale and exhale
    Cause your struggles, your emotions, your happiness matters.
    It all matters.
    CAUSE YOU MATTER.

    ©nerezza

  • weirdogirl 28w

    Razor Blades

    On the day that I left, I gave my arm a present.

    It was the kind of present a bully gives to their victim.

    The kind of present given by a 14 year old druggie parent.

    Abuse.

    It’s screaming in your brain and leaving nothing but pain.

    The blood runs down my arms while the word ugly carved in blood helps me tame.

    I look in the mirror and see the swirls on my arms revealing that I’m nothing but a crushed up candy cane.
    ©weirdogirl

  • vasqora 28w

    Life's a CuNT

    aye lately, i finna be feeling like im clearly, over with my life i strive to sincerely try and make things work but life smirks laughs off the efforts i put in, negates my interest in livin negates my thoughts my dreams my wishes. hell all i know is my body is now covered in stitches. leeches sucking the soul out of my like the dementors of the past. my thoughts are dark like there's a negro up my arse. i wake up eat, shit and sleep, this cycle plays on repeat and i weep. i mourn the loss of my will to live, ive honed my skills time to take the leap!!
    ©vascora

  • thisoneiscozy 29w

    the stars are my only friends

    scream, child
    fill the silence with your anguish
    when nobody else will listen
    when they all see you body-first
    when you don't know how to form the words anymore
    scream
    let it pour from your mouth
    bottom in your stomach
    a waterfall of grief echoing through the darkness
    scream
    better to tear up your throat than to
    tear up your wrists
    scream
    scream
    scream, child
    scream until the demons can't use your voice to speak anymore
    scream until all that's left is silence

  • afrataskeen_23 29w

    Sonnet of my life
    Ode to lover, Part - 2


    It goes in silver and comes out red
    It's been a long time since I've last bled
    First comes relief then comes regret
    The process just repeats I wish I could forget

    Bad days, Long sleeves, Sleeping pills, Bad dreams
    Skipping meals, mom says I'm weaker than I've ever been
    I see darkness through my eyelids
    I'm drifting further away from where life is

    I was getting better, I was becoming in control
    But I find myself spiralling, back down the deep, dark hole
    Detest, I hate what's locked inside my chest
    Dissect, watching the crimson flow like I'm obsessed

    I wanted to tell you, how with myself I am at war
    But it's so hard to explain, so I make these scars
    ©afrataskeen_23

  • afrataskeen_23 29w

    An ode to my lover

    Hold my hands and feel me tremble to the bone
    Where do I do it ? The crimson flood can't be shown
    In the silence of the night, I become your humble slave
    Your silvery shine will take me to my grave
    Day in and out, you look at me wildly
    How do I resist you ? When you treat me so kindly

    Drip drop, you taunt me as I taint you red
    Drip drop, the crimson brings me back to life
    Tick tock, suddenly my body melts in the comforts of my bed
    Tick tock, back to reality, I throw away the knife

    Hold my hands and feel me tremble to the bone
    How do I hide it ? One, two, three four
    Tears rolling down my cheeks and I need some more
    The opened cracks let the demons out for sometime
    I'm able to breathe a little better through the crimson lines
    I bleed blue in these pages to stop the red, to stop my blade
    ©afrataskeen_23

  • thisoneiscozy 31w

    the death of an artist

    if my fingernails could channel the anguish in my soul
    they would carve ribbons from my wrists
    and i would sit there on a pedestal
    a masterpiece woven from the remains of my sanity
    both a warning of the perils of burning too hot for too long
    and a testament to how to self-destruct so beautifully
    the world preserves your final cry as art

  • dreamer_4 31w

    Sometimes..I think about my body..that this thing that I reside in..will go through years and years of age..and will be called 27 one day..37..the other..47..57..and may even reach 97..one day..and will be the manifestation of all that my mind has gone through to the viewer... it's just hard to believe that as time passes slowly and slowly..in its own ways...I will come to age...and will be old..just like other old people..well...that is ..if I don't die before that..
    ©dreamer4

  • jodi_writes 32w

    It

    It's taunting me. It knows me well. I pretend as if I'm immune to it. But my soul owns no fraud. It's my monster. My demon. My friend. My redeemer. It uses what's in my view to push me towards it. It laughs at my temptation. It has no mercy. It's full of danger. Full of wrath. Full of hatred. Poisonous. Vengeful. A murderer of strength.

    Yet, it knows me. It comforts me. It's my soft feathery pillow. It's my blanket of peace. It takes it away. It gives me love. It gives me rest.

    Shamefully, the face I see is torn and broken.

    Lovingly.... It sees beauty.




    ©jodi_writes

  • pri_rag 33w

    A letter to my blade : Part 3?

    The words fall short of what I'm feeling,
    Tears streaming down my face like I'm bleeding. Why are you the only one who can give me peace? I have tried my best to care for everyone and no one, just myself, just my family, everything and nothing. Yet, yet you are the only thing that remains in my mind. Like a splinter I can't get out. Well, you are a splinter I can't get out, so I know you will never leave me. So I can tell you that I love you. Because you wouldn't leave me. I know you. I know you so well that I can predict your moves. You don't need to tell me where you need to be, I know it's alway buried deep under my skin. Till the last nerve right? Right.
    ©pri_rag

  • zainabnajmi 33w

    Is It Okay?

    is it okay if i wake up heavy-hearted everyday?
    is it okay if my favorite hobby is to daydream and imagine a world without myself in it?
    is it okay if i believe that the world would be indifferent to my absence?

    is it okay if my mind has sucked the life out of me and it has left nothing within, but a poison that continues to fail in taking my life away?
    is it okay if i'm selfish about ending my pain for eternity by passing it onto others?
    is it okay if i don't know how to love someone selflessly?

    is it okay if i am not a good person?
    is it okay if i don't know how to be a good person?
    is it okay if i don't care enough about becoming a good person?

    is it okay if i don't know how to celebrate the unadorned pleasures of life?
    is it okay if nothing excites me anymore, but a mere thought of dying sends a chill of purpose down my spine?

    is it okay if i search for melancholy in everything around me?
    is it okay if i can't find a sole purpose in life?
    is it okay if i am floating through life meaninglessly without any ambitions?

    is it okay if i always feel lonely even when i have people looking out for me?
    is it okay if i feel like i don't fit in?
    is it okay if i don't fit in?

    is it okay if i want to spend the rest of my life locked inside my room without having to see anyone ever again?
    is it okay if i am worthless and can contribute nothing to this world?
    is it okay if i don't feel the desire to contribute anything to the world?

    is it okay if all i think about is death?
    is it okay if i sometimes talk to death?
    is it okay if death becomes my best friend?


    ©zainabnajmi