Self harm poems

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We all carry things inside of us that others cannot see, some should be kept inside us,others should be let free

There’s no point holding onto things that drag us down, things that come to life when no ones around

Its these things that destroy us inside to out, make us do silly things when no ones about

A mirror image

When you look in the mirror

What is it that you see?

Is it the diminishing figure of reality

Or rather who you wish to be?

I see the figure of a girl in a constant battle

To be who everybody wants her to be

To be; beautiful intelligent wise and charming

She is under stress, this i must be

I must be; beautiful intelligent, wise and charming

They put her under pressure without understanding

Everything they want from her

Is only leading to self harming

She starts to cut herself

To see how much she can bleed

She starts to starve herself

Something she knows she can succeed

It harms her and this she understands

But she can’t runaway

It has her locked in its iron hands

She begins hating herself

She only wants out

But still gives in to its demands

It holds a firm grip

Never letting go of her hands

Everyone watches, seeing her thin

Never seeing her wither

They watch her, but only just looking

Never actually seeing within

They continue to watch

They never notice her disappear

They don’t notice her struggle

Struggle with her undying fear

Recovery

This dangerous habit 
Makes me feel less alone
I see a blade, I grab it
Good thing no one’s home
The cuts will sting 
Blood will be shed 
It’s a sickening thing
This war in my head
But the wounds will heal 
With help from my dad
I know this is real
No need to be sad 
My lover will worry 
He doesn’t understand
His vision is blurry
As he takes my hand
I must stop for him
If not for myself 
The way out is dim
My razor lay on a shelf 
I’ve thrown it away 
It’s time to recover
With hope no longer at bay
I’m ready to discover
The gift of true happiness 
I don’t need this pain 
I was at my emptiest
With nothing to gain
My scars might fade
But that’s okay
I’ve already payed 
And this is a new day

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