These voices in my head
Always saying id be better of deadNow that I know
The color of my blood is redAll these lies
I say i tried
i just dont know
why oh why
I know ive lied
ive been trying to hide
hide my flaws
To heaven i ride
now that you know
i was never her
i was never Andie
It never occured
I always thoughtdoing this was right
but a little while then
someone blocked out the light
this girl named victoria
she knew i was neither england or australia
she did to much research
She knew where id go to church
Now that you know
now that i want to go
now that i feel so low
the tree of wisdom doesnt grow
Im sorry i lied
im sorry ive let you cry
Im sorry for the shit
Now i want to say goodbye
farewell to everyone
Should i end this with a gun?
for all of you know im done
Cause i know it never sets the sun
Dear people
Please hear me
this was the only time i was glee
I wish you guys just agree
Im sorry for faking about Andie
I thought she was amazing
I felt like i was candy
but turned out to be not handy
im sorry for the lies
sorry i made tons cry
but now
I really need to say goodbye
Goodbye to all
I lean agaisnt the wall
as you watch me start to fall.....
im sorry VictoriaIm not sky
Well i know ive tried
but then i ask myself why
why i tried
why i made you guys cry
straight into my eyes
you'll see its filled with lies
I know i didnt do right
I thought it was alright
I just went too far
telling you all my scars
I know how to guitar
but i know i wont be a star
im truly sorry
I didnt mean to do it
Now i take this med kit
full of pills
I know it gives me chills
But you know it would be hard
to not have any skills
My flaws
will cause tons of laws
I wish i am good at something
lets just say i wish i was
Now i want to go
i just feel so alone
It just cuts through my bones
Mom doesnt even care
I mean why would she even dare?
Shouldve just end it
hanging off a chair
as i finish this poem
i wish you all good luck in your life
I think i should end this all
with a stab with a knife
Thank you for believing me
I should just probably hand off a tree
I breath slowly
and slowly count to three....
YOU ARE READING
Self-Harm Poems
PoesíaA book of self harm/suicidal poems I made. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK I AM NOT PROMOTING THESE ACTS Please, message me. I know how it feels. Ive been there in a very short age. From what I know I started getting deppressed when I was 7. So talk to me.