Geanna 2d
He cuts his skin
He cuts it deep
He pulls the trigger
He's fast asleep
Geanna 2d
1 cut
2 cuts
3 cuts
4
As much as it takes, I must do more
5 cuts
6cuts
7cuts
8
Oh my, it'll be too late
9 cuts
10 cuts
11 cuts
12
It's an addiction now, oh well
Tara 4d
It started very long ago
The bruises started small
Evolved into scarred wrists
My mother keeps crying sadly
I’ve disappointed her
She used to brag about my sculpted body
Now she glares at my scarred abs
Summer used to be my favorite
Now winter is the best
It started voluntarily
Now I can’t quit.
Sorry about the short little mind blurb about my self harm struggle.....
Kiahlee 5d
I'm sorry to say.
I cut again today.
Poetic T Jun 13
My view of the world
           through rose tinted glasses.

I hope that we can pick up roses
      hand them to each other
rather than point weapons upon
                       brothers & sisters.
But a rose is a sour beauty
for even thorns can bleed
              deeper than a dull sword.

We must speak to each other find
             solace in others humanity.
For words can heal rifts that started
                 long before we were born.
But syllables latching on to the misgivings
                      of insecurities can wound.
Like papercuts on the mind,
        speaking to the shallow cradles swinging
        in a hateful wind of whispers flawed.

I wear glasses that I take of every now
          and then, I have a idealistically flawed
view seeing the potential of us.
But knowing we can fall harder
                                      than when can get up.
Shards of silver,
Broken glass.
Here I am.
Once again, I hurt myself,
and red I bleed.
I'm a lonesome man.
Here I am.

Shards of silver,
From tainted hands.
Once again, I turn away,
so I can't see.
Red I bleed.
I can't see.
I'm a wholesome man.
Here I am.

Shards of silver,
Broken glass.
Here I am.
I won't let you
see the real me
Red I bleed.
I'm a broken man.
Here I am.

I won't let you
understand me.
I can't see.
Red I bleed.
I can't see.

Shards of silver,
From tainted hands.
Here I am.
Red I bleed.
Here I am.
I can't see.
Here I am.
help me
Here I am
red
all over the place and hard to collect, just like shards of jagged broken glass
Kirill Jun 12
Vicious lies, like knives, They cut.
Stabbed in the back, the eyes and gut.
Couplet
yúyīn Jun 8
My favorite color is blue,
but it's times like these
when I remember how
beautiful red really is.
Lilly Jun 5
"She does it for attention"
Wrong
Attention is what made me start in the first place
Getting noticed
Coming out
It was all a mistake
This is what happens when the quiet girl tries to change
People talk
"Slut"
"Whore"
"Thot"
They all say this
Attention?
Don't I have enough "attention" focused on me already?
Them noticing me
That is why I started
And my home life isn't much better
Safety
It doesn't exist
Trust
Can only be broken so many times
So I take my blade to my skin
Not for you
Or anyone else
But for me
So I can feel something
Cause you make me numb
So I can get what I deserve
Like you say I should
My promises
Broken
Promises
Or
Empty words that don't mean shit
My life isn't as perfect as my smile tells
So I take the blade
To new places on my body
I'm sorry
But attention is what got me here

--StoryMakerInProgress
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