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unstable Aug 2014
I'm selfish because I want to know that you've cried over me

I want to know that you've clutched your chest, or pulled your hair while thinking about how much you miss me

I want you to feel heartache when I don't talk to you,
or when you know I'm upset.

I want you to comfort me,

kiss me when I'm sad

or even just hold my hand when I'm anxious.

but this is too much to ask of you,

you don't care.

you never cared, and I don't think I could make you care no matter how hard I tried.

you've moved on,

you're happier without me

but I wish that you were crying.

carve my name into your wrists

I want to see blood come from your pale skin while you cry out my name,

I want you to know how alive you will feel after the first cut.
love me again
Nicholas C Aug 2014
You see things
aren’t great
they’re tough they’re stressful

I’ve seen things
mostly though
I’ve done things

To myself
to others


It’s not all bad (I’m okay. now?)
though the bad eclipsed
the good

It’s left me with scars
a plowed field on my left arm
an insignia of rank. A decorated veteran

scars on the skin are
a projection of the psyche
just a manifestation

The real scars run deeper
the real scars weren’t made with steel
the real wound was made by people

people who I trust(ed)
people who I love(d)
friends

Broken trust broken boundaries broken friendship
all compound fractures
marring the skin



the cutting wasn’t an illness
it was a symptom
of an ailing mind

an agonizing mind
an acrid acidic mind
burning away blinded

the smoke of its own plight
blotting out the world
blotting out the light

a cut pierces the pall
slashes the smoke

it lets you breath
it lets you see
it lets you forget
if only for
a moment.

But Cuts
are Band-Aids

on a severed artery

they don’t ebb the flow
they don’t change the tides

they can’t stop your vital
hourglass sand from slipping
through your fingers

They don’t give any control
when you need it most
they take it away

and then you aren’t holding the blade
the blade is holding you
and you’re lost again.
Rebecca Usher Aug 2014
I have had enough
I can't take much more
All the pain
And the voices in my head
Do I speak up and tell them how I really feel?
Or do I wear my mask
And wish I was dead?
Rebecca Usher Aug 2014
I crave to feel something
No matter what it may be
Even if it hurts
To feel that would be better than not feeling anything at all

A small cut
One
Two
Three?
Another one won't hurt I tell myself

My legs covered in blood
I cry and scream
But at least I can feel something
Even if it is temporary

The pain passes
And the numbness returns
Until I give in to my urges once more
Nostalgia Aug 2014
Most days
I do not feel like I am from around here
I am a stranger to my own home.
But then one day you asked where home was
And for the life of me I couldn’t think of a place at all.
Alexandria Hope Aug 2014
Today you drowned out more than yesterday
Will you ice your lips again?
Will you kiss the mirror, ghosting breath against it
Just to know you’re alive?
Today you almost did it, pulled the silk of water to your neck
And split the seams between your fraying skin
Tomorrow we will sow it up again
But tonight you’ll season guilt with resolve,
Putting both on the steak you gulp down
As greedy as a last meal, one you’d thought you’d never have again
And again.
Tomorrow night I’ll find you here with a blue smile and dented fingers
Gripping the silver fork, as tight as a vice,
As you hope to choke on chicken bones,
And smile so easy
And never think twice.
nate k Aug 2014
i wish to kiss her wrists
just like the blades once did;
replace those scars with wisps
of hope life once forbid
(c) nate k. 2014
for lucy.
Rhiannon Grace Jul 2014
I was born
I was happy
I started school
I made friends
New school
No friends - lonely
Change school again
Found old friends - happy again
Mother dies - sad
Depression settles in
World spins
Self harm starts
World stops
Self hate grows
Eating disorder
Self harm worsens
People worry
I give up trying
Convinced to try again
Determined to right my wrongs
Start university
No friends - lonely
Self harm comes back
Eating disorder returns
Ready to give up again
Wrote poem
My life so far.....
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