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Philomena Mar 2020
"I tried it once before but I didn't get too far
I felt a lot of pain but it didn't stop my heart
And all I really wanted was someone to give a little ****
But I waited there forever and nobody even looked up
I tried it once before and I think I might have messed up
I struggled with the veins and I guess I didn't bleed enough
But maybe I'm alive because I didn't really wanna die
But nothing very special ever happens in my life

Take the blade away from me
I am a freak, I am afraid that
All the blood escaping me won't end the pain
And I'll be haunting all the lives that cared for me
I died to be the white ghost
Of the man that I was meant to be

I tried it like before and this time I made a deep cut
I thought about my friends and the way I didn't give enough
And I should have told my mother 'mom, I love you' like a good son
But this life is overwhelming and I'm ready for the next one"
RamblerOnTheGo Mar 2020
With  that one smooth stroke of the blade
He knew it was over.
The love they had shared
Was history now.

As the petals fell to the marbled floor
His knees buckled
And he knew his heart would bleed for eternity

His breath stopped,
Watching as the greatest love he ever had
Walked away
Not even glancing back.
https://burgessking.tumblr.com/post/189277567427 inspiration
Empire Mar 2020
tw self harm



My skin is decorated in scars
Adorned with marks
Of battles lost
Nights surrendered
To the blade

Each night they come to me
The thoughts
Temptations
Don’t you wanna see it again??
Don’t you wanna watch yourself bleed?

And I just...
I trace the scars along my wrist
Along my thigh
And remember the weight
Each and every line a burden
Something I have to carry
And if I have any fight left in me
I won’t make it heavier
For myself to carry tomorrow
I want to be kinder to my future self
N Nov 2019
The feeling
of a hot blade
on my wrist

How gentle is
its sharpness
How soothing is
the stinging pain

Sometimes that’s the
only way I could
remind myself; that
this body of mine,
or at least parts of it
still want to heal
N Mar 2020
The only motherly thing I knew
was the coldness of my blade;
gently washing away the
sadness of my burdened heart
She never made me feel loved only afraid and unsafe.
Anna B Feb 2020
The blade on my skin
Slides like butter on bread
What can I say? It helps releive stress
Been telling that lie to myself
For way too long, but that's what happens
When someone's not quite strong
This is one of my first poems and I was scared to share it with anyone until now
aj kamari Jan 2020
will your heart belong to me..
or shall I always long for it?

will fate push us together-
as some predestined prophecy-
or will it repulse us far apart-
as some gruesome curse from nature?

will you leave like a blade caught in the wind,
or will you stay planted like a root in my love?

will you look me in the eye and say those three words-
holding me close so I hear your heart and smell your hair-
or will you turn and hide your beautiful eyes from mine?

will you stay for me..
or will you leave for you..?
I don't think I could fathom the feeling of being left once again.
Ayn Jan 2020
The memories of raven black obsidian
Well up at the sight of my new blade.
A midnight blade, with a red groove,
Running it’s own comet like streak
Down the center of the curvature.
The handle is made of an ebony wood,
A wood as dark, if not darker than
The blade it so reliably holds together.
A thin silver band wraps the division
Between the blade and handle,
And blocks the sheath from over-sheathing.
The sheath is also made of the same
Shadowy wood as the handle,
Giving off an aura of pure functionality.

This was a weapon made purely to ****.
The air around the blade shadily undulates
Like heartbeats through crimson arteries,
Telling me it’s immense bloodlust.
This is one really edgy poem... yikes I need to calm down on this ;-;... It’s 1:30 am and I’m not tired, so I guess I’ll start my year with listening to Slipnot and reading manga...

OH YEAH, forgot, raven black obsidian was the narrator’s old blade.
Empire Dec 2019
tw: self harm


What a feeling
What a ******* rush
Just to hold it
To wrap my fingers around the cold handle
To know what it could do
Knowing what it has done
Adrenaline release
Anticipation
But also... comfort
It feels so nice... so right
Resting in my palm
And I know I shouldn’t...
But I kinda wanna use it...
Haven’t cut for nearly two weeks now... but man it’s on my mind...
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