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They talk about the act,

But never the feeling after.

They don't talk about the guilt,

The blood sticking to your sleeve.

The cleaning up after

Or the simple lack of it.

They don't talk about people asking,

And you saying it's because of the cat,

Half a million times.
A lot of people forgets that it's not just "cutting for fun", it's a bunch of other stuff.
#sh
Acey 3d
I don’t want to be the one who knew and didn't say anything.
It hurts
I don't want to be the one who has to tell all our friends
Because it hurts
I don't want to mark a date on the calendar or visit your grave on every birthday you have
Because. it. Hurts.
I Do Not want to listen to a song we once shared and cry instead of you sitting next to me and singing along
It ******* hurts
I don't want to sit at your grave for hours on end because you're not here in person
It hurts
I don't want to call a stone my bestfriend because you are so much more.
God it would hurt.
I don't want to watch your family cry, i don't want to tell your girlfriend and watch her break down
It hurts
I don't want to think back on memories and cry when we could be making new ones…
I love you and i know you're upset
And it hurts
I know I'm being selfish but this time I won't apologize because it's what I needed to do to keep you alive.
And god that hurts..
... "when death is on the horizon, or when you're deep in that grief as long as you keep existing, you'll keep breathing, and if you're breathing one day you'll start living again"
-orion- the first to die in the end
Silver is my favorite color, or at least it was. It wasn’t the typical silver, it was

shiny and tiny, the silver that cuts through things smoothly. In this case my

skin. My happy memories are all locked in a bin and thrown in the back of my

mind. The silver sending chills down my spine. As I look for any sign of the

happiness I once knew.
Kaiden Lewis Jan 10
Today i found out that
My brother is turning into me.
Every single detail.
I'm scared for him.
My brother is exactly the age i started sh and i found out he already tried it "out of curiosity". Same as me. I have no idea how to help him because he refuses to believe he's not okay. I don't want him to go through the same stuff i sent through.
Kai Jan 2
I cant ever find the right words to say.
If it's about love, depression, anything
No words
Sometimes no feelings
How do I express how I feel?
How do I show them how much they mean to me?
Why am I like this?
A messed up person
Cant go with given name
Cant go with the right gender
Wrong pronouns
Wrong hairstyle
Wrong clothes
"Be more feminine" they say
"Grow your hair out"
But it doesn't feel right
Then there's the other people
Do what you want
What feels right
Everything will get better
"You didn't **** up. It's ok. It's part of the process"
The words my sibling says when I relapse
The words that I'm starting to believe every time I sh
Its ok.
Itll get better
People love you for who you are
Just around some people
You have to fake
Sorry I wrote this at about 2 am when I couldn't sleep
Kaiden Lewis Dec 2024
If they knew what happened yesterday
What would they say?
What would she say to her man
If everything went according to the plan?

If she knew the pain i feel
Would she still think it's not real?
Would she regret the things he had done?
If after all of this, i will be gone.

Lost in addictions
And my own sorrow
My whole life a fiction,
With no tomorrow.

I write this words for me to remember
That i was once a child as well.
About what happened this December
And that i went through hell.
This one is one of my drafts, i decided to finish it. It's basically a message to my future self but i wanted to post it anyway.
Marls Dec 2024
Whats your biggest mistake?

Never to be known, I said
As a smile grew on my face

To be known is to be vulnerable
And I'd rather not know myself
Not let them get close enough
To see the hurt beneath my eyes
Then to admit
My true soul
In all its glory
In all the tears it earned
In all the misery it enjoyed

To be known is to be loved
He said
I agree i thought
But deep inside I know
A men would never be the one
I'd like to know

As these words leave my pen
It hurts
In my soul my head my stomach
I might throw up i might not live
After a confession so selfish

"Oh child, to love is not to know
But to believe in the hope
To heal every broken soul"
Marls Dec 2024
My heart it hurts
It breaking my rips from the inside out
It leaves me rooting right through
Makes me frow up all the love i have for you

Every cut on my skin proves
Im willing to lern how to lose
Myself even more than you
They ***** the love i cannot give you

My head is full of dreams and stories
Stiffed to the brim with new idees
You're in every happy ending
In every book i erase myself

Let me paint you in the morningsun
Capture you grinning to the girls you love
Let me use this brush and paint
To give you an insight of your light

Every tear fell from my cheeks
Proves im not just a freak
I feel and feel and cant help but think
Oh how better life would be
without existing

The scent through the door is clear
It smeels like rotten pease and leaves
It feels like a forgotten dream
It feels like a missed opportunity

And when she'll die ill be in pices
Will you see it will you be there
To safe me from ripping open
My heart is butcherd bleeing broken
Moonlight Dec 2024
I hear sirens again and suddenly I'm back
Buried in layers and layers of this mask that I put on
Drowning in the addiction of the red lines coming undone
Feeling numb for the pain and wanting more
More
More
More
M   o    r      e
I don't feel good
Maybe some lemonade?

Sounds echo around me
It's almost like I'm on a really fast carrousel
My whole body tingles
I see my half empty glass of lemonade, standing in a wet puddle
There's lemonade on the ground
I'm confused
What happened?
I feel like I'm gonna throw up
****
What the hell did I do
Did I cross the line?
Could I have died if I had done it slightly different?
****
Am I going to die?
****
What should I do?
I can't call someone
But what if I black out again?
**** it
911
**** why did I do that

7 minutes
I can hear the sirens approaching

Checking
I'm fine
I'm not dying
Why did I call?
I shouldn't have called
I ask if I can go back inside
I can't
They have to take me because I did it myself
****
I shouldn't have called
I throw up on the way

I'm waiting
Everything is blurry
I'm completely numb
I cry
I text my therapist the updates
I'm panicking
I don't want people to know
But I don't have the money to pay this
I need to tell my parents
****
It's 2am

I'm back in my room
I'm still haunted by what happened
I'm scared
I miss it
I hate that I miss it
I'm better now
I think
Not really
I only made it worse
Okay sooooo trauma dump I guess?
#sh
Marls Dec 2024
The darkness of the fog
the flowers withering away
Once so full of live
Now sadness above towers
The Shows not over
Each drop leaves a scar
Soon it’ll look like a bar

It throbs and aches
It makes me remember
The unseen within
The taste of her lips
The wicked love you give
God forgive my heart
isn’t love the law

A bruise a cut a bit of blood
Hits the ground
The coldness escapes
I’ll clean up soon enough
The once blooming rising flower fields
Burn with my admire for Battlefields

Nightly I wake to the tenderness of knowing
I’m made of blood and bones
My very lifeles exilar
nothing more than a useless knife
Helps me out in the eye of the storm during my darkest nights

The pictures above
The memories in mind
I recall the beauty of your smile
Why my heart beats
Out of sync with my will
The darkness crawls in my skin
Its home is my spine
My bones may bleed a nice
place to stay away

Maybe after tonight
An uncertain event
takes my life
my dreams
my kindness
I’ll be sorry for going so soon
“I tried my best” it’s a lie
may I lay and die
without a dark thought in mind
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