#harm poems on Hello Poetry

Empire Mar 2020

tw self harm

I’d forgotten
What it felt like
How I reacted
What it looked like
As the droplets of blood gathered
In the lines I’d drawn in
The sound of flesh breaking
As I swiftly pull the blade through
I forgot how much it hurt when it was over
The relentless pain beneath the bandage

But I’d gotten curious
My heart was growing numb
And I wanted to see if it still worked
The rush of exhilaration
The shock of realizing what I’ve done
I found it again
A kind of relief

I probably shouldn’t have done that....

#cutting #selfharm #pain #harm #addiction #depression #numb

mari Mar 2020

The encounter

The memory will never fade,
and when I think about it,
it still makes my heart ache.

„What brings you here, stranger?” she asked.

Her tone was strangely indifferent, she seemed as though she went through this before.

„I have come to slay a beast.” A wave of regret washed over me.

It was foolish to admit to someone like her, who seemed to hold the place dear.

„There are many beasts here, including you and me.“

„Will you please slay me, then?”

#story #encounter #love #harm #sad

Scott F Hemingway Mar 2020

Silky Page

A patty
in the
garden rose
and he
can lure
herb and
cater his
whim to
fancy those
gimbals and
freckles on
faces of
a widow
to ensconce
an offing
he drew
in wear.

The wares of vendor in a cross early today

#boy #girl #harm #rope #green

Artem Mars Mar 2020

TV Static

She sits and writes
For hours
Made of pills and scotch tape
Her father halfway across the country
The snow fell in Wisconsin first time in weeks
On the night of her birth
Three feet
Of ice
Always emotionally cold
Broken and tired
Made of sleeplessness and self-deprecation
Full of snow and shaking nerves
Anxious and sick of life
Opening her eyes is a ten thousand mile run
She needs sleep and hunger
But the sleep she gets is tortured
The sleep she gets is mournful
The world she made is lonely
Her head is loud and her mind is cluttered
Filled with useless feelings
She is too cowardly to talk to
People
She is too broken
She is too annoying
She is too clingy
She is too selfish
SHE IS A BAD PERSON
She should be avoided like the illness she is
A parasite
The demon she chokes
Is the demon she is
The way she will speak
Is through the eyes of her fears
The way she will eat… are her thoughts
Her brain is folding in
And her bones are giving out
Her breath is failing, oxygen running low
Her medication is taking over
Her body is going through and eating itself
it is giving up
on her
and on everything else
take this as a sign
that these thoughts are real
they are happening
but they don't leave

my life is falling apart
the illnesses are getting worse
my body and brain are getting worse
my will isn't strong enough
im cracking apart
my body is going into panic mode
my break is pushing people away
i don't know what to do anymore
there is nothing i can do except make everything worse
i've cried my lungs out
i've done it all, poetry, self-harm, therapy, all of it
nothing works except self-destruction

#self #destruction #live #stayalive #awake #sad #broken #eat #harm #cry

Michael R Burch Feb 2020

chrysalis

these are the days of doom
u seldom leave ur room
u live in perpetual gloom

yet also the days of hope
how to cope?
u pray and u *****

toward self illumination ...
becoming an angel
(pure love)

and yet You must love Your Self

In my experience many poets, especially younger poets, are loving, caring human beings who struggle with feelings of low self esteem and low self worth. Some of them engage in self harm, such as cutting. But they would never be so negatively judgmental of others, or do others deliberate harm. This poem is for them, in the hope they will come to value themselves as much as they do their loved ones and friends.

Keywords/Tags: Angel, Angels, Human Angel, self, self discovery, self help, self worth, low self esteem, self harm, depression, hopeless, hopelessness, agoraphobia, doom, gloom, cloud, dark cloud, hope, recovery, cope, coping, illumination, enlightenment, ascension, love, pure love, true love, self love, angelic, heaven, heavenly

#human #angel #self #esteem #harm #cutting #depression #hopelessness #recovery #love

bess goldstein Feb 2020

counting scars

I know the lingerie is meant to be taken off, but
my nakedness makes my eyes dart quick and
count every hair on my skin.
picking scabs turns into scars that
I have yet to tell you about.
without permission, I close my eyes
as you love me in the dark and
I wonder if you’re counting too.

scared of showing my torn skin

#depression #self #harm #recovery #survivor #femalepoet #instagram #lovepoem #heartbreakpoem

Ayn Feb 2020

Repercussions

Dripping blood
Each and every
Blissfully painful day
Had many consequences.

No longer
Will my thumb sit
Without a sun kissed tint
And scars to glaze it.

No longer
Will I feel
That spiking pain
In my left wrist or thumb.

But...
Now...
Any wounds
On my left hand,
Or even that arm,
Close faster
Than ever.

Still, don’t cut yourself to the point I did. There is not one scar on my forearm or my hand that will ever go away for good. I can still see all of them, some clear as day, others are slightly less visible. I stopped because the pain dulled, and the wound would scab over in less than 3 minutes.

#depression #harm

Katelyn Billat Feb 2020

Very dark indeed

It's been dark lately.

There's an object laying
In a small lavender box,
Behind a picture on my bookshelf.
It hasn't been touched in years.
Its been calling to me.
Pretending to be a siren,
Silver and shiny,
Longing for my blood to drip on it.
Singing that it's the only solution.

It's been very dark lately.
I'm terrified.

#help #depression #sad #hopeless #lonely #dark #evil #self #harm

She Writes Feb 2020

Scalding

when my drugs begin to fail
and self-inflicted thoughts prevail

I run to the shower
where in peace I can cower

turn on the water, scalding hot
focus on pain instead of thought

I used to burn myself, but I became more shrewd
water doesn't make a mark, no scars accrued

until I can breathe I will run the water
turning it up hotter and hotter

I emerge as if I am anew
and not a soul has a clue

because you cant see tears when they fall in the shower
and at least I managed to live for another hour

#shower #burn #self #harm #anxiety #depression #sad #hurt