Weaved darkly within the veins of
the page,
          the ink bleed when
I read you
the last breath before papercutting
                    the last words from your


windpipe...
    
the ink just bleed on the page, smudging
          your last meaningful words.

Sorry I should have really removed
        my hand so you could scream..

But silence is bliss
and I you were a bleeder..
                 I had to wash you off me....

And that was a lot of soap...

I awaken to a sound
I sit up slowly and look around
The room is full of shadows
The gloom makes them dance but none of that matters
I tell myself it's all in my head
And the fact the previous owner was found last year dead
In this very same bed
Is making me jumpy and grabbing a bat
I walk to the hallway instead
Lead by my own fears but trying to face them
And looking down at the long stairs
It's dark at the bottom but I try not to care
I think I see movement below
Do I stay here, put on a brave show
The answer I already know
As I run to my room and now lock the door
It's ok to call the police
They could drive by and look in at least
I quickly get under the sheets
And sit there a moment shaking in fear
I turn on the light on my phone
And that's when I realise that I'm not alone

tw self harm



Perhaps I’m starting to understand
Tonight, I want desperately
To take the blade to my skin
But only to leave a mark
A reminder
Of what’s happened today

he peeled off the bandages on his heart,
and for the first time, I saw the cuts.
some shallow, some deep.
he told me the story of each cut,
running his hands over the wounds,
wincing at the sharp pain.
my eyes filled with tears -
seeing the person I love in pain
made my own heart ache.
yet I remained quiet, listened,
gave him space to share his story,
and let him know that I understood.
he trusts me, and I refuse to cut his heart.
I love him, and I'll never put him through that.

my teardrops
are hanging on strings
and you pull them
just right

May trigger those with mental issues

I cut myself occasionally
It keeps me calm
And though it stings a little after
It has become less and less necessary

I did it again today, one small cut is enough to satisfy me for weeks
I'm not crazy
I'm not crazy
It feels good

It doesn't bleed as much as it use to
And that's good for my health
But the blood is so pretty
So crimson and thick

I'm not crazy
I'm not crazy
I'm not crazy
I'm not crazy

one cut
two cut
three cut
four
i watch the blood drip from my wrists to the floor

five cut
six cut
seven cut
eight
the blood flowing and rushing makes me feel faint

nine cut
ten cut
eleven cut
twelve
cut for a little then cry some more

thirteen cut
fourteen cut
fifteen cut
sixteen
the blood is starting to show through my jeans

seventeen cut
eighteen cut
nineteen cut
twenty
pain is the only thing i feel

fifty-nine
seventy-six
eighty-three
ninety-nine
i'm starting to lose track

one-hundred
i've finally decided to end it all and pick up the gun