#lucaspoems
It feels like my wrists are burning
Blood is dripping down my arms
My head keeps screaming
I shouldn't of self-harmed.
My mom is going to be mad.
She's going to hit me again.
Give me another bruise.
Now my scars have some friends.
Just wash off the blood.
Dry off with the towel.
Wrap up your arms.
Go back to your personal bubble.
Isolate yourself for another week little girl.
Take you medicine.
And jump off the hill.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 2:47 PM UTC
This pain
it hurts.
He tries
to stop.
His wrist
is scarred.
The screaming won't s t o p.
The pain
he tries
to drown it
away
with *****
and blood.
Don't worry!!
The suds
will wash
away the sins.
He will not stop.
His mom hitting him WON'T STOP
THIS PAIN IN HIS HEAD WON'T STOP
THESE STUPID SELF HARM THOUGHTS WON'T STOP.
But him continuing to live shall not stop.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC