Quotes and Poems On Depression and SelfHarm

Razor

You wouldn't take my calls,

You wouldn't answer my text,

So instead I took comfort in a new best friend.

He's about two inches long,

And a centimeter wide,

And slowly across the skin he glides.

He's always there to listen,

He's never not around,

But his words of reassurance is a low cutting sound.

At first it's just a little,

But for him it's not enough.

He doesn't feel satisfied until you
body is stained with blood.

It drips down your arms,

And oozes from your thighs,

And you slowly fall in love with

the crimson color that's arrived.

He claps and congratulates you for what you have done,

Because according to him this is a

battle that you've won.

But as the blood starts to dry,

And the painful stinging sets in.

You began to realize he was never

really your friend.

- Mine