Self-harm poems

Sharp dangerous things

Why are you attracted to sharp things,
Why scratch your arm til it bleeds and stings,
Are you addicted to pain,
Like the ground is to rain,

Why are you drawn to pointy things,
do you like the blood they bring,
Are you wanting to die,
Or are you playing death so sly,

Are you eager to feel the blade's caress,
Hear your ragged breaths,
Shivers along your spine,
Thoughts clash in your mind,

You don't do it to die,
You don't want to lie,
Cut to feel,
Like you are real,

Why are you attracted to dangerous things,
Honey your not to blame,
Guard your heart,
Depression has you marked,

Why do you scream,
At night when you dream,
Do demons play behind closed eyes,
Is that why your emotions are paralyzed,

Why can you not feel,
Are you numb to what is real,
Everything is hazy gray,
From day to day,

Is this why you are addicted to sharp things,
Why you scratch until it stings,
Why you make yourself bleed,
Its a dark deed,

The goal is not to kill,
The goal is to feel,
You paint a smile on,
But when alone it is gone,

You write what your thoughts scream,
Or about your twisted dreams,
You write what you won't say out loud,
Either to scared or to proud,

You will suffer in silence,
Suffer your own violence,
Cause destruction to beautiful flesh,
Probably til your last breath,

Just breath pretty lady,
Everything won't always be hazy,
You'll find your peace,
This addiction will cease.