For days the darkness has returned,
pressing pressing, lessons learned,
not yet deep enough to stick,
not in this mind unwilling to quit,
and break the cycle of searing pain,
one big joke, its all a game,
for these marks last much longer inside,
than erased from the skin in such little time,
scars skin deep,
but the sickness will seep,
down and into your form,
skin and mind and body torn.
YOU ARE READING
Self harm poems
PoëzieJust some poems I wrote about self harm, suicide and eating disorders. Please don't read if there going to trigger you x
