Looking down at the blade upon her wrist,
She thought of all the things she missed,
The Stabbing pain in her chest
Reminded her of eternal rest
It would be so easy, this rest to gain,
Just a minuscule amount of pain.
She wouldn't be gone long
Her family could wait
Soon they would meet her
At heavens gate
It's better this way
As the blood dripped from her arm,
She took one last breath
And continued to harm
Until the lights went out
And she laid down her head
No more pain
Just a forgotten girl, dead.
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Self-harm poems
PoetryPoems about sadness and self-harm and depression this is my first so yeah hope you guys like it .