Back it seems, has come this habit,
a deer in headlights, a snare and rabbit,
I ran straight into the jaws of my mind,
sense run away and hard to find, so my body, left to its own devices,
shuts and traps and binds it's own vices,
back into the ways of old,
personality drained, miserable, cold,
the purpose of nothing returned,
scars were healed, but lessons not learned,
forcing more scrapes to be torn into skin,
long scrapes running over my shins,
drifting across my leg in bands,
skin shredded in grains, beaches of sands,
but look closer and these beaches are made of my legs,
skin snowing onto the worn out bed,
tired of being the home of harm,
longing for it to tire, my arm,
but the mind has an indomitable will,
determined for its thoughts to be fulfilled,
and so you fall back into it perhaps,
because you wanted, needed to relapse
A/N
Just relapsed, it's been a while so here this is
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
