I'll tell you a secret, im not alarmed,
not when I'm shredding up in selfharm,
scraping up my leg,
the twisted monster being fed,
calmed and settled,
under pain of sharp metal,
a drug and I can't get enough,
addicted, but getting my fix is tough,
a battle over matter with mind,
to yourself your so unkind,
discovering how much of a bully you really are,
as you scrape another scar,
putting yourself into submission,
to do what your mind wants, free permission,
you don't bother to retaliate at all,
just take the hit and fall,
no point in delaying what has to come,
this battles not to be won,
how can it when both sides are within,
one person, the very same skin,
there can't be a victors parade,
as that would end this twisted charade,
but a compromise perhaps may work,
if you just would allow the hurt,
soon you'd see how easy it is to die,
and soon you'll be happy to say goodbye
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
