#self-injury
I remember the weight of his body
Towering over me,
Ensnaring the torn mesh of my skin,
Concealing the crevices he's embedded me in.
The mass of his force,
That spark traveling through his velocity,
Littering my ability,
To resist and penetrate the vein of impalpable pleasure.
He keeps it contained,
At the bottom of the river,
Beneath the hidden plain,
Of his repressed, departed soul.
Acetic fizzed, frothing exhale,
Pirouetting through my nose.
Its toxicity starts to unfold,
And he wants me to recognize
The power of his redundant trickery
Engraved in his smirking bloodshot eye.
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 6:38 PM UTC
You told me I was too good to cut myself,
So I put down the blade, because I wanted to be perfect in your eyes.
But now my chosen method of torture
Is picking up the phone
And scrolling through your ******* Instagram feed
Because seeing how happy you are without me is a scarless form of self destruction.
Because at the end of it all,
I spilled my soul and blood and tears in your name
And mine isn't even worth the waste of your breath.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 11:43 AM UTC
it's 10:42,
and all i want is you.
this room keeps spinning and spinning,
and i don't know what to do.
there's eighteen different voices
demanding i make these choices
because, girl. it's the bottom of the inning.
stop. there are too many noises.
it's okay. it's all in my head.
still my veins are dripping blood red.
oh, how i wish i could go back to the beginning,
but i sit here hoping that i'll just drop dead.
so here's to a stroke of luck,
to life not being able to ****
to having you back because then i'll be winning
instead of crying my eyes out like a pathetic ****
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 12:12 AM UTC
*Is way of expressing the pain that
I seem not to be able to talk about.
It is how I cope with feeling numb.
It is how I cope when I have so many emotions
I can't even begin to name them.
I self injure to hide the pain I feel.
I self injure and nobody knows but me.
I am me I can not change that
Right now self injury is a coping skill.
I am trying to find new coping skills to learn how to deal with things.
I can sometimes make those other skills work for me,
but on a day like today it seems to be the one reliable thing
that I know will help me get through the rest of the day.*
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC
I had the wind ripped out of me,
like i was bleeding under cotton wraps
and a galaxy was exploding from my veins.
there’s glass everywhere
and you’re still deflating my lungs,
begging me to rest
we were childhood friends
and i only knew of you
but you stuck thorns in the carriage of my rib cage.
i got a paper cut and cried,
you poured salt on my withering roses,
and they died in the haze of that hot summer.
i’m going to rot just like you,
like the trees
like the birds
and i’m sorry
I let myself live before you
but i wanted to hold on to the taste of winter.
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
You say that you can't take it anymore
The teardrops hit the floor
Drowning in the sea
But you're never going to be free
Your thoughts are only screams
There's nothing to say
Except "I'm okay."
Blood pouring like rain
Yet there's no pain
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
*There was love all around, until I was
taken from the ground.*
Now you look up at the stars every
night, just hoping that
everything will be alright.
I see the coldness
of the metal against your skin.
*But I can't stop it now when you're
already inside my head.*
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
Now it happens very quick!
Shh don't tell anyone but I'm quite sick!
All the pins drop and the clocks all tick.
Everything comes crashing down on everyone but me.
Oh can't they see my ***** little secret?
It leaves scars that nobody ever seems to see!
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
The trees that bear no leaves, and
one single red bird that sits upon the only evergreen tree.
Well this is the kingdom of isolation,
it has a broken Queen.
The only sounds that nobody ever hears are
her silent screams.
The screams of the past she can't let go, oh how they echo.
Well this is the kingdom of isolation, where
the floors are covered in broken glass and crimson snow.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC
Well I've tried to sleep, but sleep won't come.
Will the evil come back for me? It might.
The thoughts of them are in black and white
and they're a warning light.
Why can't they just leave me alone?
I can't escape my horrid dreams,
oh they follow me until all I hear are screams.
They're drowning me in my own tears,
as I go down all I see is my fears. Fire
spreads through the crowd, and I fall to the ground.
Will the evil come back for me?
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 2:32 PM UTC
I blanket myself within torment and pain,
Refusing to peek into the ever soft light.
I tear at my flesh with a blade,
Hoping that doing so would end my fright.
I cry myself to sleep using my tears as lullabies,
Only to sleep a nightmare filled never-ending slumber.
I wake forcing my limp body out of bed,
Knowing that by nightfall the sorrow that the day would bring,
Is the only thing that I'll care to remember.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC