Self Harm

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Another scream,

another cry,

another scratch with another knife.

Starts out a little a cut,

gets deeper,

deeper,

and deeper.

Until it bleeds,

until it scabs,

until it scars.

You cut too deep,

it doesn't stop bleeding.

You panic.

You go to the hospital.

You tell yourself,

you wont cut that deep again,

you wont even let it bleed anymore.

You fail,

you cut that deep,

and deeper.

You lie,

you make excuses,

you distance yourself from everything.

No more shorts,

no more tank tops,

no more swimming.

Your skin itches,

it burns,

it bleeds.

You try to stop,

but you can't,

you're too far along.

It's an ugly addiction.

Cruel.

Secret.

But most of all harmful.

It harms you.

It harms your family.

It harms friends.

~AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first poem I've ever written! Comment what you think! Message and give me feedback if you want! Thanks for reading!~ 

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