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 May 2014 Quiet
Misha Kroon
Lets compare scars.
Mine are in my mind.
Yours are on your wrists.

Lets compare feelings.
Mine are trapped in a corner of my mind slowly chocking me inside.
Yours are plain to see, splashed on the art you left on your arms.

Lets compare thoughts.
Mine weave in and out of everything slow tainting my hope.
Yours are to much to handle so you bathe in your blood.

Lets compare hope.
Mine is that I can make it till tomorrow.
Yours is that you make it each minute.

Lets compare ourselves.
We’re both in pain.
But who will chose to show it?

Lets Compare Scars.
Who’s are worse?

Yours?
Or
Mine?
This is really old, but It meant a lot when I wrote it ... So I like it... Its a little cringey though :c xD
 May 2014 Quiet
Trisha
S a d n e s s
 May 2014 Quiet
Trisha
Faking happiness is an impossible task,
I was tired of wearing a mask,
faking a smile wasn't easy,
even if I feel sick and dizzy,
no one understood the pain I had,
or why was I always sad,
all they did was make fun,
and it's then when I thought I'm done,
unfulfilled dreams and a broken heart,
I thought I should've ended it from the start,
I burried all the pain deep inside my soul,
but yeah that's how I roll,
Crying all day and night,
and picking up a fight,
with almost everyone everyday,
I hope one day I'll be okay,
and lately I've been falling a little out of place,
thinking about my dreams lost without a trace,
Will they realize my importance when I'm dead,
Ahh my eyes were red and the pain in my head,
I didn't want to live like this anymore,
because the pain everyday was more,
heart full of pain and sorrow,
I wish there was a brighter day tomorrow,
Cutting or self harm was all I thought about,
but I always had some or the other doubt,
I've gone through a lot, seen a lot of things I wasn't supposed to see,
and the only person who ever knew was me,
the pain kills me,
I wanted someone to set me free,
A little love is what I need,
But no one ever paid heed,
the hurt, the pain,
was driving me insane,
If I ever truly showed you what's inside,
you'd say I should've died,
Instead of living like this,
no good food, no love, no goodnight kiss,
just tears, headaches, and lots of pain,
but I wanted to keep cool, that's what I told my brain,
Will this pain ever go away?
**Maybe tomorrow, but not today.
Just a little sad these days, going through a bad phase, so this poem.
 May 2014 Quiet
T
The scars will not go away.
They will itch.
Your scars will feel like someone is grinding glass in them.
The numb parts will stay numb.
They hurt to touch.
Shaving will never be the same.
Your fingers won't work properly.
The ones you didn’t take care of get worse. Skin sags.
The scars will not go away.
Deep cuts leak.
First-aid supplies are really expensive.
The scars will not go away.
Kids will ask what happened.
People will stare.
Employers will ask if you’re mentally stable enough to hold a job.
They will get sunburnt, and stand out more.
They define every outfit you choose to wear for the rest of your life.
They are the reason *** with the lights off is the only *** you’ll ever have.
The scars will not go away.
You never get used to seeing them,
But you never forget they are there.
People touch you and you flinch. Don’t touch me there, there, there or there.
You will feel disgusting, disgusting, disgusting for the rest of your life.
The scars do not go away.
They do not go away.
They will not go away.
i've destroyed my body don't do the same thing.
 May 2014 Quiet
Lucy Marie
I slice my flesh to release the blackness

that flows through my veins

and seeps into my cells;

the very cells that make up my entire body,

my entire being.

My momma tells me that cutting isn’t a solution

that all it does is hurt me and the people around me-

the people who love me.

But if the people around me really loved me

they’d understand.

They’s leave it alone.

They’d care.

I release the blackness

So new things can grow.

I want to be as beautiful as a garden of roses.

I want to be a field of flowers for you.

But how pretty is a garden

when everything is dead?
I wrote this in like, 30 seconds. I had an idea  (a trigger) and I rolled with it. If anyone has advice or suggestions, please feel free to share!
 May 2014 Quiet
Q
I Left A Cut
 May 2014 Quiet
Q
Should they next ask
"How
Can I help"
I may say
"Stop leaving marks on me
And I'll stop
Marking
Myself."
 May 2014 Quiet
Ceryn
Self-harm
 May 2014 Quiet
Ceryn
I'm loving you again.
Can I tell you all a story,
the story of lost love,
the story of regret,
the story of pain.

My story written in red across my arms,
across a fading attachment to reality,
across my shattered heart,
its pieces on the floor that I sink to,
so slow.

Can I tell you this story,
of constant life-or-death,
of feeling the end nearing,
my conclusion to this novel,
of my self-destructing life.

One more line in my story written in red,
have I gotten what I deserve?
Did I deserve any of this at all?

Perhaps you felt stressed by what we had,
because I'm just so ****** up,
because I need to be told
I won't be given up on,
since my intuition says
it's surely inevitable

I told you it was anxiety,
but I saw you leaving,
the one I loved more than anyone,
the one I still love more than anyone,
the one I trusted not to give up on me,
the one that promised she wouldn't give up.

I wonder, as I float in limbo,
when does this pain end?
Please do not harm yourself like I have.
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