Inside it is building, the storm approaching, a hurricane on its way,
From the brain it rages, off with ambition, it travels on with no say,
Winds reach hundreds of miles an hour, the journey lasts less than a second,
A ripple of thought, and an inclination, was all it took to be beckoned,
To send ripping the storm from within, the split second decision was made,
Across the arm it travels, flexing grip round the edge of the blade,
Familiar, storm season, through the muscle it speeds,
Raking into the dark scarred landscape, replacing the virtue with greed,
Tracing the lines sin etched themselves, a long long while ago,
Or yesterday, the day before, it's all the same deadly blow,
The tides rear up, swelling, ready to defend,
The soft sands of skin that are breaking, away from the curve of the bend,
Falling apart one grain at a time, they separate themselves, discreetly,
And rearrange within the blood that surrounds each one, completely,
Order restored, the winds are dying,
Down they now blow to dry, but wetting themselves, in crying,
Exhausted the storm subsides,
Rolled over, in submission, a dog flopped out on its side,
Deflated, broken in spirit, beaten by its master,
Teeth were bared, but the hand that feeds it, was faster,
Howling in the wind, both quieted in their action,
Thoughts gaining and growing in danger, rolling, gaining traction,
The storm may be through, but the land now lays open,
Bare for thoughts to roam in the realm of the mind and remain unspoken,
Wild, untamed, and tangled, running free, out through the mind thoughts swirl,
Forming a view, forming scars, breaking a broken girl
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Self harm poems
PoesíaJust some poems I wrote about self harm, suicide and eating disorders. Please don't read if there going to trigger you x
