At her skin she scrapes and skins and cuts,
she dosent go deep, but just enough,
sometimes they bleed, sometimes they don't,
they tell her to stop but she can't, she won't,
when they offer her help, she runs away,
but returns soon, the very next day,
weaving the perfect excuse for the unexplained marks,
hoping one person will notice her falling apart,
but no one does and she's not surprised,
not when she tries so damn hard to hide,
to keep her marked body under wraps,
while secretly she quietly hacks,
spinning into insanity,
shes lost her love and faith in humanity.
YOU ARE READING
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
