Dark Poems

Blood

Slicing my wrist open, I stared at the blood flowing down.

Welcoming the stinging pain I felt, my eyes heavier. Each breath I took more difficult.

I closed my eyes hoping to feel nothing and drown myself in a pool of blood.

My mind slowly fading to black losing all my senses. The ringing in my ears sending a throbbing sensation coursing through my head

Yet I felt no relief. No peace. I was simply torturing myself in the end.

I knew deep down that cutting myself and bleeding till I felt numb wouldn't heal the invisible scars on my soul.

Yet I couldn't bring myself to stop. Why? Because I had no reason to stop. No one to hold onto.

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I wanted to write this to portray how people sometimes hurt themselves because they have no one. I know there are many people out there who are hurting themselves. Still self harm is not a solution. Trust me. It's injustice to yourself. But I understand that you feel lonely and you have no one to hold onto or you simply enjoy the pain. But you shouldn't torture yourself. If you don't have any reason to live then become your own reason to live. Even if you enjoy the pain you are inflicting on yourself. That's wrong. Cherish yourself. Don't harm your soul. I believe others already did enough damage.