#wrists
The hall boozed with excitement.
The first exam of your GCSE—
it was a subject you could barely pass.
And so you sat, while everyone else
laughed, cried or revised,
you closed your eyes.
Your left hand on your right one’s wrist.
Adding pressure to it as if to stop the bloodflow.
More and more until someday
a blade would no longer terrify your brain.
Training yourself
for the moment you died.
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 3:12 AM UTC
"I wish I may
I wish I might
Have this wish
I wish tonight"
What is the wish I wish,
To a mostly empty sky?
There is none
There's never one
I instead hold up
My carved up wrists
Eight feet high
And I don't wish,
I cry the question why
To no reply
"Same as last night" I sigh
Then wish the moon well
Before my last goodbye
©2024
Oct 9, 2024
Oct 9, 2024 at 9:13 PM UTC
Dripping weekend wrist marks
Dance in the happy rain
Booming base and bleeding
Let it rush down your face
Feel it trickle down your tights
It’ll all be over now.
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 11:20 AM UTC
I'm in this place a prison
of homely comforts,
that
cut upon the wrists
of
my sanity.
I used to see the walls as collages
of happier times.
Now I just put lines of
I I I I I I the seventh
is my reality that I'll just start
a new one.
They look like I, I need, I want
but never getting past the I...
As I know I'm in here for the sentence
of security and life.
But,
why do I have to do it in solitary confinement,
I'm so lonely...
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 4:34 PM UTC
Wrists
Childish wrists
Soft and white
Aside from a few lines
Wrists
Scarred and rough
Raised along different points of the wrist
Hundreds of lines on this one
Old lines
Wrists
Bruises from a tight grip
Soft little lines
Not noticeable to anyone
but the wrist
Wrists
Teary wrists
Cried into often
Soft and pale
Wrists
Everywhere
On everyone
Yet no one notices
The little signs
Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 11:39 AM UTC
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.
But the Roses have wilted,
And the violets are dead.
The sugar bowl's empty,
And my wrists are stained red.
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 5:38 PM UTC
I cuff our wrists together
and tell myself
you're deciding to stay
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 6:25 PM UTC
Everything
That comes out my pen
My brain
And my wrists
Unsatisfying
Just simply
Not enough
It hard
To feel proud
When its nothing
But trash
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 2:03 PM UTC
I want to drown
I want to breathe the water in
And never breathe out again
I want the salt water to burn the fresh cuts in my wrists
I want the dark to cradle me as I float into never ending sleep
I want to drift off
with no sign of life
I want to drown
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 10:46 PM UTC
Tonight is a night of sorrow,
a night of loneliness.
Songs of death loom in a dark forest.
Wolves vent their struggles.
The beautiful one awakes.
Wisps of death surrounds her pale form.
A timeless dread fills me.
Her inky black hair cascades over
Frail ivory skin.
her full crimson heart aches.
Black tears streaming,
streaming from her wrists.
Tonight is a night of new life.
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 8:38 AM UTC
She wears jewelry around her neck
Diamonds
Suffocating her in her sleep
Bracelets of gold leaving her wrists bruised and blue
Sweet little girl was a gift to a stranger thrice her age
She is warned to never disrespect him, to always put his happiness first
Daddy crying out of happiness
Mommy crying, out of happiness
Everyone cheering and dancing as she is forced on a chair bigger than her, in a dress she should have worn for prom first
At the age of 14 told to act like a woman
Carrying a ring on her finger, soon lives of her own
She fears the night now
As they are cheering in daylight,
There will be no one to cheer at night
Besides him
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 8:28 AM UTC
I was killing myself from the inside
Once it overflowed to the surface
It bled through my wrists
I had told my body to hate itself
So it tried to drain itself
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 10:38 PM UTC
I used to be pretty, but now I look sick.
I used to be though, but now I feel weak.
I can't help myself, so I became helpless.
I am never leaving this bed which i'm drowning in, but I hope that someday I learn how to swim with the fish.
Blood is rushing to the visible veins in my wrists and down my legs 'till it becomes hot at my feet and i'm standing in a red pool. And I wish I could swim with the blood cells.
Endure more like suffer. And I might survive but i'm no survivor.
I used to look sick, but now I look dead.
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 7:50 AM UTC
Let me tell you a secret of mine
I think it’s time
That everyone knows
How broken I am
Because no one knows
How much my heart is shattered
No one knows
That my fate may be death
And I don’t know if that’s my happy ending or not
I miss my old self so much
That sometimes it’s hard to remember why I changed in the first place
And I want to go back
But I don’t know if I could go back
I don’t know if I want to go back
I was shy and fragile back then
I’m shy fragile and bit less of a crybaby now
It’s just that no one knows
That I still cry at night
And I wish I could die
And that I’ve wanted to place the razor to my wrist so many times
No one knows
That I miss me
I miss me so much
I want to be me again
But I don’t know how
I don’t know how
I don’t know how
I-
Maybe I shouldn’t try at all
I guess I’ll pretend to be okay
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 9:59 PM UTC
I've thought about it
by "it' I mean suicide
I've thought about it
because I can't stand the thought of having to see my parents grow old
I know I cannot see them screaming for help,
looking for life
and just finding death
I've thought about doing it, really
and I decided not to
because my pain won't ever be as much as theirs would be
seeing me with a void in my eyes
and nothing in my wrists
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC
Nothing is real
Not the pain that you feel
And the cuts on your wrist
Shouldn’t exist
Yet the scars are still there
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
She walked with the misfortunate,
Their butterflies were broken
Living with some suffering,
While pain remained unspoken.
She walked into a hospital,
To find, a different shockwave,
butterfly upon butterfly, lay buried,
There in shallow unmarked grave.
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 4:12 PM UTC
She has tattoos covering her body
Blanketing miles of skin
Tattoos hidden from the world
Endless swirls of words within
Words anyone ever threw at her
A porcelain doll forever embedded with a cry
A cry for help that will never come
For the tattoos are hidden to the naked eye
No one else can see the stamps of hatred
Inked permanently beneath her skin
She just wants to run and hide them away
Bury them along with her demons of sin
Yet behind the blank stares they still whisper
Ambushing her with more tattoos
Fat
Loner
******
Ugly
Worthless
She begs for it to stop before she goes insane
Clingy
******
****
Useless
Yet the words never stop inking her frame
*****
Failure
Burden
Disappointment
So to release some ink
She paints on her skin
With a paintbrush that stains red
Down her wrists
She writes some more
If only you could take back what you said
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 6:39 PM UTC
I could haemorrhage every verse that
pains me.
Lines that penetrate deeper than
what is penned.
Lying motionless on the wounds
that never heal,
confusion of what is my pain
and written verse.
I have hollow veins, nothing more to say,
altercations of a heart and self.
Looking beneath, I have scrawled a thousand
pains but there is nothing is seen..
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 4:06 PM UTC
This is hard
like yanking teeth
or rising up
from a warm bed
at the beginning of winter.
This is hard
like stepping out of
quicksand or thick mud
like pulling a sled
up a steep mountain
in the midst of
a hazardous blizzard.
This is hard
to lie and lie again
but instead of
shrugging off those lies
like locusts or pestilence
or bugs or mal intent
a sanction needs to be clear
and fully carried out.
My actions need to reflect
past words as rough and as raw
as a sore throat
swallowing cold water.
To persevere is to not give up
even when my mind is trapped
in the heaviest of slumber.
I have to do what needs to be done
even though I'd rather
slit my wrists or cut off my thumb.
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 1:53 PM UTC
Forget the risks
Cut the wrists
Take the fall
If that's what it takes,
just end it all.
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 4:00 PM UTC