pain pain pain her body screams,
falling down mind harsh and mean,
taunts and jeers, she's enveloped in pain,
mind gone wild, she's truly insane,
her tools roaming across her skin,
a hint of heaven, a swirl of sin,
playing out upon her legs,
liquid pouring, that isn't red,
a goo like tar seeping from her fractures,
a mark that perfectly paints and captures,
every battle raging inside,
her broken body and fallen mind,
no longer recognising her own reflection,
she's scared they'll find out, of detection,
and being uncovered before her time,
she's waiting it out in the shadows she hides,
and tells herself just one more day,
to take her life, and be ok
A/N
Do you think this book is too long now? Should I write any more poems in another book or continue in this one?
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Self harm poems
PoesiaJust some poems I wrote about self harm, suicide and eating disorders. Please don't read if there going to trigger you x
