shadows of the soul:
self harm wears many faces,
not just the sting of a blade.
its the hollow ache of hunger,
in the silence, it invades.
its the burn that sears the skin,
a fire lit from within,
a desperate cry for feeling,
when numbness wears too thin.
its the refusal to be nourished,
starving dreams along the way.
its the bruise you hide in laughter,
and the words you never say.
its the night spent without sleeping,
eyes wide, counting regrets.
its the breath you hold in anger,
choking on whats left unsaid.
its the scars you etch in darkness,
on a heart too tired to mend,
its the breaking down in silence,
when theres nothing left to bend.
self-harm isnt just the bleeding,
its the war thats waged inside,
its the pain we keep on feeding,
and the parts of us thatve died.
so if you see the shadows,
in a smile that seems to fade,
know that battles rage beneath it,
and in the quiet, cries are made.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrytrigger warning. dont expect you to read this, words are simply that. just words. but if you do i hope you enjoy 👍 and if you relate to any of these, im so sorry. (all of these are original and written by me unless its said otherwise) might also in...
