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Sabila Siddiqui Jul 2019
Once she chased happiness
and now she chases broken pieces.
She fell in love with pain,
it drove her insane.
For who would want to hurt themselves?

Who would choose to
love to be heartbroken,
run back to the ones who would hurt,
reminisces painful memories to be hurt,
indulge in negativity, to drown in its depths
be comforted by demons than people.

But no one saw,
for there were no scars,
for it was mental self harm.

Pain it craved,
fear, rejection and sadness it ate.

She cried, because it was self harm
she screamed, and shouted
asking herself did she not love herself
to be hurt by her own self?
Harley Hucof Apr 2018
i write to enlight
myself to survive
the path i chose
to have in life
so i scream
who could hear?
or see?
or relate
to the kid who
hides alone
at the break
high on
the steps
that are made
from within
his soul and craved
in an art form
so he could have a home
to bear the storm
coming to reform
the norms
of his instincts
so he keeps distant
trying to keep a link with the
and it works
since it's
from within  
the layers of the skin
that makes my head spin
every time i remember where i have been.

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andrew joseph Jan 2018
They were good to me; too good
I wanted them; too much
I was addicted to them

Her mother was a breath of smoke
her gentle grey curls sooth me whenever we met
she surrounded me with sense of comfort, a sense of belonging
I needed her, and she knew I needed her

Her father was the tobacco
his presence left a sweet taste in my mouth
he was always there for me; he never left me
I craved him, and he knew I craved him

She was the cigarette connecting me to them
She drew me in with her charm
her sleek, slender, beautiful body making me want her
I could hold her, and she wanted me to hold her

I knew my fate
I had seen relatives go and never come back
crumbled, destroyed never to be desired again
broken in half, forgotten, hated ridiculed, blamed
I knew my fate, but I didn’t care

They were good to me; too good
I wanted them; too much
I was addicted to them
Kerstin Oct 2016
I can feel the numbness
It pulses in my lips
I pinch my hips
To see if I still exist
I can't breath
Maybe I'm just suffocating
The air won't pull in  
My chest rises and falls
But nothing gets pulled in
Im suffocating in the darkness
That I created
From my own stupidity
The world is not ending
But my world is pulling away
Taking the air I breath with him
I'm left out in space
But there are no stars
It's the emptiness
I carved out around me
With bleeding hands
I can't breath
I can feel the numbness
It pulses in my lips
I feel the grace of fingertips
I try to latch on
I weigh a ton
Will my world hold on
After all my stupidity
Will he give me air to breath
J A M Aug 2014
"Dance with me"
She said
"Take more of me"
Morals and manners
Tossed aside
He earnestly did
As she craved
Intense moments shared
Then some how
It happened
With no conscience
Deliberative deceit
It seemed sudden
He had seemed infallible
She knew he wasn't
He never knew
And their world

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