Every morning depression hits you like a ton of bricks,
and at your heels it bites and licks,
draining all your strength away,
stuck in darkness, another day,
or night, what's the difference anymore?,
every inch of your aching heart sore,
bleeding out slowly on the ground,
your mind giving a final pound,
and caving in your weakened skull,
to think it's ok for a blade to pull,
across your thigh,
giving you a twisted high,
raising you up, just to sink you back,
so out is dealt a hard harsh slap,
with your own hand you ball and punch,
hearing your skin bleed and crunch,
leaving your skin purple and bruised,
by yourself your being abused,
legs discoloured, a mix of sin,
the demons are fighting, your letting them win,
soon you won't have to deal with them,
you know it'll be but not sure when,
not quite decided on the date,
to end this pool of self loath and hate,
no longer able to cry,
all you can do is wait here to die
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
