Such an inconsiderate little bitch
Go ahead, dress as provocative as wish
You only give a shit about your whore ass
Manifesting absolutely no class
You're nothing but  useless-slut
Who gives nearly no fucks
About any other individual
Or how they even feel
Maybe try thinking about everyone else
Instead of your bitch ass self

I numbed myself today
Nothing else to say

Fires died down for a bit
Easy just to sit

But I know how these things work

I’m waiting for the metamorphosis

As retardant turns to fuel
And the fire returns hungry and refreshed

Devika
Devika
Sep 1, 2013

It takes another's pain to recognize one's own,
Pain as true as the blood that in all veins flows.
I over-judge most unfairly my own vanity,
I believe 'Nothing is really wrong with me.'
For in my mind, my gifts are greater than thine.
My woes, meanwhile, mean not more than a whine.
And yet most irony finds itself hidden,
In the million cuts with which our flesh is ridden.
As your mouth opens to purge,
I devour to satisfy a monstrous urge.
Both caught in the same, unending cycle.

I blanket myself within torment and pain,
Refusing to peek into the ever soft light.
I tear at my flesh with a blade,
Hoping that doing so would end my fright.
I cry myself to sleep using my tears as lullabies,
Only to sleep a nightmare filled never-ending slumber.
I wake forcing my limp body out of bed,
Knowing that by nightfall the sorrow that the day would bring,
Is the only thing that I'll care to remember.

michelle erdman
michelle erdman
Oct 22, 2011

here's the thing
about self mutilation



it kills me
slowly softly

gives me what i need


and here's the thing about self mutilation


the red neediness
the cold pane from windows

raining outside
raining inside



i'm covered in it


i'm covered in red
red covering


my red
smeared


across my eyelids

dripping from the scar tissue
and scars to be made,
this year


and next year and next year


yes.

self mutilation
how I've missed you

Then comes the self-mutilation
Johnnie Rae
Johnnie Rae
Apr 21, 2012

Suicide,
Starts with depression,
Then comes the self-mutilation
masochism,
Then comes the day where you've finally had enough,
And you feel like your done,
And you want to leave this world,
With one quick cut.

how I feel right now...not very good. 4/21/12
Bruised from self-mutilation
Arianna Anderson
Arianna Anderson
May 27, 2013

I could cry but tears don't bring change
Trapped in my surroundings
Chaos
Suffocation
Why did those words neighbor my thoughts?
Hello?
HELLO!
I guess words don't make people listen
Action
The people need action
I'm my own minds puppet
Numb
Exhausted but not Lackadaisical
Bruised from self-mutilation
WHY WON'T YOU SPEAK UP?
mute
Hello?
HELLO!
HELP!

jeffrey robin
Nov 18, 2013

Amid

REAL NEED

the desire

"to fall in love"

Is just a sign of being  brainwashed

••

TO LOVE

Is the human response to

REAL NEED

••

narcissistic blubber

fills the airways and is pure dementia

••

••

Only sadistic  dumb fucks

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Gloria Hernandez
Nov 17, 2011

As I slit my wrists
the words keep bleedin’,
mixing with the tears
and recognized fears.
Those hurtful words
and ugly sayings. I
cut again and continue
bleedin’, away the hate,
anger and frustration.
Venting is my self
mutilation. there are
no scars to hide when
I am done, I just wipe
my tears as my sadness
fades and the dawn passes
to another day...

and self-mutilation for stupidity's sake
Mucro Pondera Divinus

Ostensibly, cutting is the most romantic
and worthwhile thing to write about,
and self-mutilation for stupidity's sake
is mistaken by the shallow for depth.

The way cutters flock to each others'
vapid melodrama makes me think
that cutting would probably be
a wildly successful religion for tools.

Celebrate your self-created pain,
embrace your futile power plays.
When Mommy and Daddy notice at last,
you'll finally get all that undeserved attention.

I'm sick of poetry by cutters filling up the front page. DRIVEL. Take your talentless, self-indulgent weakspeak and go bleed on each other somewhere else.
 
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