My wrist and thighs are covered in scars. My hair changes colors every two months. I don't wear make up and I'm not a skinny person. I'm not your typical girly girl. I don't cheer or enjoy shopping. I prefer pants over shorts. I love being alone, yet I also hate it. When I'm alone I break down. My thoughts catch up to me. I realize life's just screwing me over. I realize that I'm unloved. I realize that if I wasn't covered in my scars or didn't change my hair, I'd have more friends. I realize if I were skinny I would be noticed more. I realize that being a cheerleader over being in my band would make me better. I realize a better sense of fashion and I'd be okay to society. Than I realize that I'm not okay to society. I have scars and colored hair. I'm in a rock band and go to concerts. I'm mentally insane and I'd be okay dying right now. I realize I'm what parents tell their kids not to be. But than, I realize I don't care anymore. I realize that being me is okay.
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-Alexa
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Self harm poems
PoetryThese are poem that I write when I'm in my bad places. I don't know if you would find these to be a trigger but If you are easily triggered please don't read. I am always here for anyone who needs someone to talk to about self harming, questions, be...
