I smile, but I'm not really happy,
inside I always feel so crappy,
sometimes down and sometimes depressed,
always worried, scared, depressed,
enough to take a tool to my skin,
and bleed, to wash away my sin,
an attempt to make everything ok,
once started the urge won't go away,
but press on deep inside,
constant thoughts racing through your mind,
And edge to everything you do,
while the demons battle inside of you,
trying to hold out and stay strong,
arguing, telling them there wrong,
but you know they aren't, you know there right,
you know there's no use to fight,
they'll always get you in the end,
give up, your broken, your impossible to mend
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
