Self harm poems

Die

Slice and dice and cut your skin,
they don't think that you can win,
but you know that it's a skill,
the ability to cut, and not to kill,
when all you want to do is die,
but you know you can't say goodbye,
you know that would cause others pain,
so silently you go insane,
suffering deep inside,
there's nowhere for your mind to hide,
you know how ugly you really are,
just look at your legs with all those scars,
pathetic scratches no one knows,
the ones you made, the ones you chose
the ones you decided to bring to life,
with the subtle slice of a sharpend knife,
the rip of a rusty razor blade,
etching lines in deep red shades,
you no longer posses the power,
hiding, you cower,
you've lost all self control,
death now, your ultimate goal,
you want to go, be gone, unknown,
you'll always suffer alone,
because nobody really cares,
they're all frightened of you, scared,
they don't want you to be there problem,
so you've made a decision to solve them,
you'll do it soon,
beneath the light of the moon,
and as you take you'll final breath,
you'll realise the outcome was always going to be death,
whispering "you were right,
this was always a one sided fight",
a battle you were destined to lose,
you knew it, as you tied your noose.