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Cut cut I cut my skin, My soul has rotted from within. I feel the blood come down my arm, I think about why I do this self harm. I wish I was different, I want to stop it.
Sometimes I just feel like knocking my self out, only because I wouldn't be in the world for a while... But I would eventually Come back....
I’ve been trying to get better. Trying is a funny word. Trying can have so many definitions, depending on the person. But, please all of you know, I tried. I was clean for a month. And today.
She cuts a little deeper, she really loves the sting. Watches as the blood flows, dark red soon fills her sink. Her only wish is for those she loves to forgive her for her sins.
Nails scratch the surface, A red reality bleeds through. Steel etches memories, Buried within you. Actions surely wrong, brought by emotions ever new. Consequences sad, leaving lasting stains untrue.
A cold, hard world waits outside, Unsympathetic to my fears. To strive and fail might hurt my pride. A stinging, scarlet trace appears.
Words are a beautiful thing. Words can make the simplest of minds see through the eyes of a vivid imagination.
-I wrote this poem for a girl who never smiled. Her name is Ivy, like the poison.- Her skin was pale as the moon as if it never met the sun and the black clothes she wore created a contrast.
Deep scars she hides No war she has seen, These wounds spring forth From thoughts so unclean, They declare her repulsive That she is unfit, So she makes true these words With a knife and a slit.
The pounding in my head Can someone make it stop. It screams out all that they said I'm fearful I might just pop. The sounds of all their chatter It makes me want to die.
The roses are red From the blood that I shed And my head is beginning to spin. The violets were blue, Expensive and new A few weeks ago but now they're dead.
You ask me why I do this, why I hurt myself and I don't have an answer for it. I know it's stupid and that I should quit but I don't want to.
Can anyone make sense of me right now. The whole world is spinning, my head is spinning, my thoughts are spinning. I can't get my bearings. Sometimes I get these brilliant thoughts.
She's sitting in the bathroom. Alone and so afraid. Opening the secret box. She finds her trusty blade. She doesn't want to do it. But it's all she's ever known. She finds a way to close the box.
By my beautiful girlfriend <3 Love you Taylor A smile covers up her frown. She lets no one see her cry. Her shattered heart *drip drip drip. * She's fading slowly. She hides it.
big smile, eyes shining bright. but in reality...she's not alright. her bones are breaking through her skin; all she wants to be is tall and thin.
What is wrong with people today. Seriously. They don't know how much words hurt. A girl on instagram told me to go drink bleach and kill myself last week.
I like to hurt myself like this sometimes.
We are just breakable boys and girls We're stuck in between Childhood and adult life We're depressed, awkward and loved up teens Society gives us so much crap That never fits together Well have you...
i was being dragged down by these pricks. utter pricks. i ran my fingers through the wet paint as soon as they let me go, leaving me to discover. my cuts were cold and fading. i want that razor.
This may be a little dark. So read only if you'd like.
Waiting on redemption day; She needs him, while she fades away. Twenty Tylenol and she's going fast- things blur into a spinning elliptical of sorts, mysteriously. But she knows what she's done.
As you try to live your life. All your fears get in your way. You try to go to your special place. Away from all the pain and hate. Where all worries disappear. And everything seems crystal clear.
My body shakes with aggravation. My eyes fill with tears of adoration. The blood thatís spilled is blood of longing. To start to feel a belonging. To you. Your eyes sparkle, full emotions.