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Sometimes, I tend to
watch blood
as I make it gush
out of my body
like it hates me
too.
I'm sorry.
Esme Sep 25
I was given a sharpener,
One for my birthday as a artists gift,
But have you seen how my wrists glisten in a way no watercolour can fix?
A relic of my pain that goes back to ancient times,
Do you even know how i dance along the razors edge,
My heart pulsing with each dubstep ,
The feeling that one beat too late and I slice my veins,
But thanks for the sharpener that i will dismember to get my pleasure,
The sharpener i will use to dance to my fate,
My last birthday,
Courtesy of pain…
physical depiction of my self harm journey
Jasper Sep 24
My vow
shattered on the floor
and with it
came an out-pour
of my blood.

I'm sorry
for what I've
done, will
you forgive
me, still?

I know
who you are:
guilt. you
are here to scar,
not wound.

The blade
was mine. I set
the timer for
failure; a clean
crisp one.
To betray yourself
oh mom
I used to know
you
gave me a pencil sharpener yesterday
I´m starting to wonder if you know anything about me
oh mom
have you seen my wrists lately?
you´ve known for years
and you gave me a sharpener
Oh I wonder I wonder
Kai Sep 20
How come we only realize life's value
Once we almost lose it?
it happened after each one of my attempts
Kai Sep 20
You said the greatest thing i could do is die,
So i wrote you a letter
Saying goodbye.

It looked like a love letter,
And for you it was,
I tried to make your life better,
Getting rid of all of my flaws
By getting rid of myself.

I said i'll go to hell,
But it's okay cuz i made life heaven for you.
However, you started crying,
Saying you regret your words,
And that you didn't want me dying.

It's too late.
Another version of something i wrote some time ago
Kai Sep 20
I watched the control slowly slip out of my grip,
Life slip out of my hands.
I could feel the weight of overthinking while trying to quit.
Stay clean.

But self harm gave me control,
So what is it really?
i want my poetry to get good again omfg
why do you attempt to save me,
when i have nothing else better to do than cry
so please, for the love of everything
let me die

all of these cold, heavy feelings
they're too much to bear, too much to hide
please, don't ask about them
just let me die

i loved every little name you gave me
everything you did, yet it was all a lie
don't try to comfort me now
let me rest, let me die

i did everything i could to keep you
everything i could to help myself stay alive
it's too much for me now, it's too much pain
with a goodbye, i beg for you to let me die.
i want to rest in suicide's arms.
Jasper Sep 15
You, you can save me,
I'm sorry for being bad.
I'll get on my knees,
On the floor for you.
I'll leave my red lipstick
Wherever you walk.

Cradling you, rubbing you,
I know you want to tear it
Off of me, this lingerie,
This skin-******* lingerie.
I know you want to see
What hides beneath?
You want to make me blush,
You want to see what hides
In my heart.
It's all yours.
Take it off,
Listen to that click,
Rub it against me don't think about it do it!
Such a sweet tongue - you're already making my red velvet
Melt. I'm streaming down you, can't you feel
The undulations?
This valentines,
Let yourself be washed clean  
Of every icy sin.
Bask in my warmth,
The only warmth you get,
And then we can lay in bed
And go to sleep together
And we can shower together,
And we can be together,
And marry together,
Till death do us part.
This is sort of about self-harm, basically, but I'm not sure how obvious/subtle I am with that. Thoughts?
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