I hate it when I want to ask for help, but don't know what to do or say,
so alone I'll spend another day,
hacking at my skin,
my body becoming dangerously thin,
as I deprive it of all it desires,
hoping to save just one of it fire's, to leave a single flame burning,
to blow out when the tides are turning,
to extinguish my very being,
when it's finally devoid of feeling,
emotion slowly draineing away,
for these scars on my skin I shall pay,
a heavy price far worse than death,
for people's glances will steal and theft,
as they wonder what happened to screw her up so bad,
truth is nothing, she's just terribly sad,
shes lost her mind, insane and mad
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Self harm poems
PoesíaJust some poems I wrote about self harm, suicide and eating disorders. Please don't read if there going to trigger you x
