Written in my scars,
a story that is ours,
my mind and me,
marks no one else can see,
my blade and I are close,
although it wants me to be a ghost,
Its beginning to sound like a good idea,
a world where I'm no longer here,
my razor thinks my life's a joke,
letting curdled blood soak,
it laughs and sneers,
when I'm gone there'll be cheers,
my life's tainted red,
everything'll be better when I'm dead,
knives dance in my mind,
darkened thoughts flashing inside,
cut, cut, cut they scream,
the metal giving an evil gleam,
smiling as it slices down,
crumpling into a bloodied frown,
and for a moment i feel alive,
but soon my emotions begin to dive,
back into deep depression,
I'm lacking ways of expression,
self destruction starting,
blades sinisterly darting,
ripping my skin apart,
my life and me beginning to part,
we've fallen out, we're no longer friends,
I'm through with this, I want me to end
YOU ARE READING
Self harm poems
PoetryJust some poems I wrote about self harm, suicide and eating disorders. Please don't read if there going to trigger you x
