Although it exists, it isn't real,
it's not a thing, but how you feel,
you can't detect or tell it's there,
unable much longer to bear,
under pressure you're cracking,
dark thoughts at your mind are hacking,
and chipping away it's sense and reason,
posing yourself, pure inner treason,
this senseless thing breaking you down,
and digging your grave deep underground
YOU ARE READING
Self harm poems
ŞiirJust some poems I wrote about self harm, suicide and eating disorders. Please don't read if there going to trigger you x
