I'm stuck right here, right now,
ready to exit, a final bow,
to take my leave in a rush and hurry,
into the depths my monsters scurry,
stealing my life straight into their arms,
to weave a conceited web of selfharm,
mapped over and across my frame,
lost identity, without a name,
I wander looking for purpose or feels,
but nothing I find is ever real,
it seems so good for just a short while,
and seems enough to bring forth a smile,
but soon it all crumbles and breaks,
and still you have your own life to take,
if you choose to do so or please,
go ahead, get on your knees,
take away your life and breath,
there's nothing here, nothing left
YOU ARE READING
Self harm poems
PuisiJust some poems I wrote about self harm, suicide and eating disorders. Please don't read if there going to trigger you x
