#trigger poems on Hello Poetry

Allyson Walsh Nov 2015

Afraid to drive north;
Highway leading home.
To my mother's porch,
Food I can't ignore.

This time late last year -
Planning for the flood.
The torrent of tears,
My throat red with blood.

Attempting to hide
My light-headed days.
Mother mortified
Of my dark gray haze.

The carpet soaked through;
Salty tears the cause.
The growth of mildew,
Over my clenched jaws.

Fearful to return
After the downpour.
A second downturn
Leading toward the war.

For myself

#eating #disorder #tw #ed #trigger

Allyson Walsh Nov 2015

Rec(over)y

I am stuck;
Even in a world of "body positivity".
Continue to be lost
In my nit-picky ways.

Overcritical of
The "beautiful" rolls of my belly.
Picking at
The "lovely" flesh of my thighs.

Recovery should
Be a walk in the park.
The walk where I
Stop and smell the roses.

But it's a tiptoe
Through my every fear.

A crinkled face...
At every turn.
A piercing voice...
Invading my thoughts.

I might have
Put on the weight.
But I don't believe
Much has changed.

For myself

Some days are easy. Most days aren't.

I'm trying.

Or maybe I'm not.

#eating #disorder #tw #ed #trigger

Luna Moon Nov 2015

Broken Mirror

I write with bleeding fingers,
I left crimson on the white washed walls.
Clean it off, but a plaster won't-
fix this.

I smashed a mirror to stop slitting my wrists,
shards of glass litter the room, glowing silver.
Sharper than a grey, blunt, blade,
and there is enough for every vein.

#sad #depression #pain #hurt #selfharm #trigger #selfhate #triggerwarning

Keah Jones Nov 2015

Perfection

This perfection
at my finger tips ebbing closer and closer
circling satellite numbers inside my head
55, 47,42,38, 35,29, 28, 24, 20, smaller, smaller, smaller
This is all that matters

Brittle bones
accentuated hip bones
bruises smatter over transparent skin
like a painters next painting that found a home in the dumpster full of could haves

Flat stomach
Ya, celery is my favorite food...
and I can't seem to get out of bed

Sunken eyes,
but I don't do drugs

Perfection is so close
Numbers
Smaller and smaller
Flatter and flatter

I left behind the person I used to be
She is waiting on the other side
with open arms

Not me,

#body #acceptance #trigger

Cody Haag Oct 2015

Self-harm? No.

Have you ever felt so stressed, that the tears fell down your face,
And you didn't even realize they existed?

Have you ever needed love so much, that you cut your skin,
Just to spread numbness through your entire body?

Has it ever happened to you, terrible anxiety seizing your body,
And all you can think about is how sweet poison would taste?

Have you ever swallowed pills,
Just to spit them up as your loved one cries for you to stay with them?

They call it self-harm, and self-destruction, what we do to our bodies,
Yet it's brought on by the environments we're forced into.

The "self-harm" has never been my fault; not really.
It's brought on by this world.
I've only attempted to ease the pain caused by others.

Sorry for all of the dark material, guys. TRIGGER WARNING.

#depressing #suicide #cutting #sad #pills #death #abuse #depressed #self-harm #trigger

arcane Oct 2015

(1)

I'M TIRED OF TEARING MYSELF DOWN
BUT I CAN'T GET THE KNIFE OUT OF MY BACK
OR MOVE THE GUN FROM MY TEMPLES
OR THE BAD THOUGHTS OUT OF MY HEAD
AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO

#death #explicit #warning #trigger #italics #capitals

The Girl Who Loves You Oct 2015

Shotgun Trigger

There's still an empty space
          where there should be a heart
From all the words you used,
                 hoping to tear me apart
There's still a giant ****
           in the back of my spine
From the knife you stabbed
        while looking in my eyes
There's still all these holes
                      in my chest
From the shotgun trigger pulling
              when you left

#love #heart #eyes #pain #empty #hurt #trigger #shotgun #holes #hellopoetry107

Raven Oct 2015

Would you take a bullet or pull the trigger?

Before you take a bullet for someone you love ask yourself first if they would take a bullet for you too.

#love #life #death #thoughts #question #bullet #trigger

arcane Oct 2015

red

you said you prefer red over blue
so i cut open my veins and showed them to you
you said you preferred the night sky over the burning sun
so i painted myself dark and prayed that it would be enough
you said that you only liked girls who picked at the earth
so i tore the petals off flowers and the leaves off of trees
you said you liked girls who spoke harsh words
so i spoke only words that would cut like glass
then, out of no where, you said you preferred blue over red
and i found myself dead

#death #dark #red #warning #trigger

Brianna Henderson Oct 2015

Consent (?)

Men, feminine? No.
We will never be your equal.
We, men, are higher.

There's a reason for
the ****. Abuse. Violence.
It is always your fault.

Don't go out at night.
Don't wear provocative skirts.
Don't drink – it's not cute.

How's your low-paid job?
Hearing you shout, ****, *******;
Don't be a ****, *****.

You will fall into.
me, at the club, drunk and dumb
You speak yes, but no.

This isn't my fault.
You consented to my hands,
on slim thighs, smooth *******.

You're in the gutter;
those drugs intoxicate you,
short skirt, slurring words.

#poetry #haiku #abuse #feminism #men #****** #triggers #warning #trigger