There is pain. Feel the pain. See the pain. Heal the pain.
I dissociate. I feel numb. I don't feel I am sane.
When this happens I feel lost and I know that there is pain.
It needs to be expressed-though I try to, it's in vain.
It's there in my head and in my heart I feel the pain.
I cut myself so that the blood will make a stain.
It's right there on my arm. Can't you see the pain?
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Self-harm poems
PoetryPoems about sadness and self-harm and depression this is my first so yeah hope you guys like it .