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LC 3d
I am complete -
with or without him.
he is not the glue
for the cuts
on my heart.
instead,
he stands by me
as I heal them.
you are not a void to be filled by someone else. you are whole just as you are. don't put someone on a pedestal - it's not healthy for either of you.
Creator Sun Oct 9
One more time, one more time.
I’ll just do this one more time.
One last time and I’ll be fine.
I’ll just do this one more time.

One more time, one more time,
The crimson red is such a beautiful sight.
One more time and I’ll be fine.
Let me just do this one more time.

One more time, one more time.
The silvery gleam greets me once again.
One last time, I’ll be fine.
I’ll just do this one more time.

One more time, one more time,
Fresh roses are piling around me.
Is that you? Cruel angel of the world?

Take me away, one last time.
Another poem about self harm, I never seem to run out of those. It's a bit more compact this time, I hope you enjoy.
“Why do you always distance  yourself when we get closer...like if you don't want to be friends just say it”
“Okay... I don't want to friends”
When I was 8:
I met this guy
He was nice and kind
He was short and shaped like a ball
He still made me fall
Deep in his eyes
I felt alive
After a while we stoped talking and I never saw him again

When I was 9 my best friends of all my life:
Left
With no regret in their eyes
Like they see something they despise
And all those night thinking I wasn't enough
Were very rough
Losing the only people you love is very tough

When I was 11 :
I understood that they were gone
And I moved on
Thats when I met him
The only one that could make me laugh
Like back then

When I was 12 :
He didn't like me anymore
Says he got bored

When I was 13:
I saw him again
The short was shaped like a ball
Except he wasn't like that at all
He got taller
Taller than my father
He got toned
And it showed
I felt a blush creep on my face
I said hey and he smiled

When I was sure there wasn't any love left:
I trusted her
I told her I liked him
She understood I could never walk up to him
So she did
She got his number
His hoodie
His love

When I gave up:
“Yeah he likes me a lot but I dont”
I then understood  that if you love someone
They will leave
So sorry
But I dont want to be your friend
izzn Sep 1
I won't be sinking this time
I'll stay afloat
I can't give up just yet
I can't lose hope

I have a lot I need to catch up
I must open my eyes
Who cares if this ****,
I'll still stay the night

It's a thousand cuts
but I trust it'll be alright,
Even though it hurts,
I would be just fine
I'll try again tomorrow
Vi Sep 3
Those cuts won’t **** me
They never do

I just want the pain
For what I don’t know
But I make sure it’s slow
Make the blade go deep
But not enough for me to fall asleep

The pain is all I want
Maybe it’s because of the demons that haunt me
But that pain feels necessary
My friends are constantly wary
They think I will use this to **** myself
No I won’t that seems selfish

I punish myself for those demons
Don’t tell me they are not my fault
The wound in my heart just deepens

The cuts won’t **** me but they will bring me pain
But if I do die it won’t be in vein at-least then the demons will go away
Jay Aug 26
They say she is ****
She was just a girl
Her father neglected her
Her cousins abused her
Her friend ***** her
She was just a girl
She looked into the mirror
Why aren't I pretty?
She was bullied everywhere she went
She was too fat
Too dumb
Too ****
Too this
Too that
So her best friend was some ****
And some coke
She was with **** for awhile
But she drowned herself with *** in her room
With the lights off
She was just a girl
She wanted to be loved
She started cutting
Almost died about a dozen times
Once a truck
Twice a noose
Three times she tried to drown
Four slitting her veins
Twice an overdose
No one cared though
She was just a girl
She was ***
Everywhere she went she was called a ***
She tried to date
But she messed up too many times
She just wanted attention
They were scared of her depression
They thought she was bad
But really...
She was just a girl
She was scared of the world
Her dad and cousins
******* her up
She stopped speaking
Stopped smiling
She lost friends
Lost hope
Lost love
this is about me, the old me that I killed, I am no longer that person, I don't even Identify as a girl anymore, but I am just as empty
Butterfly Aug 19
I can't hold on any longer.
The words of the people i love cut deeper in my hart then my knife does. I tell myself every night that i can do this.
But all i tell meself are lies to keep me going. I see the truth in the lies that i tell.
And if you keep lying to yourself, you loose all the trust that wasn't even there.
This is a mess but that` bc i don`t have my grammer check on this laptop.
Growly Wolfus Jul 27
I chuckle lightly and smile at my knife.  One day, I would use this weapon to take my own life.  Slowly, I jab it into my arm, dragging it down and causing self-harm.  I have an addiction to inflicting pain, so I do it to myself since nothing will I gain except for the scars and blood on my skin.  How could this ever be considered a sin?

The blood trickles slowly down, hardening then turning brown.  I clean it up as if nothing happened.  If my parents knew, they'd be deeply saddened.  I act like I do normally and my friends don't notice anything wrong with me.  I wear a jacket to cover the scratches.  Some are still healing from last week's matches.

I feel the need to try other ways to cut myself, but to my dismay, I lost my only blade.  I bought a better one for which I paid.  The cuts on my arms grow more crowded.  There are too many to be counted.

After slicing my arms, legs and feet, I look to Death who I'll soon greet.  Just one stroke to end my life.  I whisper a prayer and grab my knife.  Admiring the dagger-like shank, I slide it against my neck and calmly thank anyone who didn't know of this.  They are all oblivious.

Today I will complete my mission, a goal of which I am commissioned.  You must  know, this has to be, and now I'm dead because no one stopped me...
I drew a very eye-opening image on the back page in my notebook.  This poem accompanies it.
viola Jun 20
Have you ever cut your hands
picking up
someone else's broken pieces?
shed blood
as they walk away
with the only band-aid.
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