Call me insane, call me twisted,
But you've never tried it, you've never missed it,
Never felt the wonderful pain,
Never had yourself to blame,
For tearing apart your skin in two,
Just yourself, no one but you,
Watching the blade as it slices skin,
Or as you stab in a sharp sharp pin,
And leavening a line of searing cuts,
You feel great with the sinful glut,
Of insanity sketched into your flesh,
But your awake, so fresh,
Happy in a way, with the damage you've done,
But you know that you haven't won,
The demons they still bicker and fight,
All in a race to put out your light.
Sorry for the lack of updates, but a shit day today so here this is :(
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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
