I want to ask for help,
but attention I don't want to seek,
a sign of breaking and being weak,
unable to lift the weight anymore,
I collapse in a heap on the cold cold floor,
grasping a razor tight in my hand,
dragging it deep like lines through sand,
should I reach out and ask,
or will they think in attention I bask,
and ignore my pleas,
pretending no scars they see,
but they litter my skin like star's in the sky,
draining my energy and making me die
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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
