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 Feb 2018 RebelGirl
Sacrelicious
Hi, my name is Jacob & Imma wrist cutter.
Once a cutter, always a cutter.
Addiction, this is kind of like
A.A
but
get rid of the first
A
and replace it with a W.C
and there you have it.
W.C.A.

Our mission is to get all
the active cutters
to cut it out.
Cut, slice, and skin
bad ****
not your body.
It's beautiful without the scars.
& You
DESERVE
to die in a better way.


No one should leave the earth,
passed out,
blue,
cut up
burnt up
dried out
thrown out.
Passed out ,
drowning in a pool of your own blood
is not a glorious end
to a magnificent person.
Cut out cutting.
The Love Cult has
plenty
of band-aids
if you ever wanted to come visit.
Stay a while.
You'll <3 The Love Cult.
Smoke your frozen
blue eyes away
Place all your
days in a daze

Take a shot
Take a hit
Take some E

When you fail
Don’t blame me

Hide from yourself
Hide from your kids
Hide from all three

Take a hit
Can’t forget
Can’t break free
© Henry C.
I will never be able to look at red paint the same way after that night
Okay story time. This may be triggering so don't say I didn't warn you. So one night after I threw away my blade I was falling and I wanted to cut. But as I didn't have a blade I couldn't so I grabbed a tube of red water color paint and I sorta faded out and when I came back I had red paint all over my arms and legs. With words painted on in black that read "if you knew how broken I was would you still love me?". So yeah that's my story.
 Feb 2018 RebelGirl
Dark Mess
Cutting is like an art
Scratch is where you start
Simple at first
But you will experience worse

It's a way to cope
But remember there's hope
Just keep fighting
And believe on something

It will never have an expiration
If you don't have determination
Battle it up
And never give up

It may be hard
But never discard
Don't give in
Just always breathe in
So.. this is the poem I wrote for the self-harmers out there.
always remember that you're not alone.. i understand the pain that you're going through cause im also going through pain at the moment.
tho i don't know you people personally, i really care about people that are going through pain and grief..
 Feb 2018 RebelGirl
Dia
Prom Dress
 Feb 2018 RebelGirl
Dia
My thighs are stinging and bleeding
My head so badly aches
My breaths come out as heaving
My hands shake

I tried on my prom dress
And it made me break down and cry
So full of regret,
I guess I'll just stay home that night
Did you know that I'm unhappy?
So depressed that I want to die
No one cares enough to help me, though
I'll just try to keep to myself; it's alright
I look disgusting in my prom dress and it depressed me so I wrote a poem about it. *shrug*
 Feb 2018 RebelGirl
Sierra
My wrists and thighs
Tattooed with white stripes

My mind consumed in darkness

My eyes clouded with nothingness..

My wrists and thighs stained red

My mind fading

My eyes rimmed with lack of sleep

Depression.

s.j.d
This was my first poem.  I hate to be mainstream with depression poems but this was the first one I had ever written.
Cutting
Choose your spot
Cutting
Shine it nice
Cutting
Pretend your real
Cutting
Shed a tear
Cutting
Let the blade arrive
Cutting
Give direction
Cutting
Sigh your perfect sigh
Cutting
Show your shallow smile
Cutting
Bleed alone
Cutting
Die alone.....
 Feb 2018 RebelGirl
Secret life
My body has seen been through so much. The pain, the lies, the hurt, but I still am strong. I am who I am don't judge me based on my past but who I am now. My cuts and bruises make me strong , i am strong so I spread my wings and learn to fly.
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