Self-harm poems

Reasons Behind The Damage

The blade skims my wrist, fast and deep.
It hurts my body but cures my soul.
It's distracting, numbing, I can't stop.
It's my weak attempt at some sort of control.

The cross over each other, the cuts and scars.
The have no arrangement, no pattern, no reason.
It's purely emotion; desperation and terror.
I've yet to change with my surroundings, the seasons.

It's become a ritual that I must complete.
The emotions have me ready to explode.
This anger, rejection, my own punishment.
It's a whiplash; I'm losing my hold.

My mind is tumbling, disorganized, a mess.
Whirlwind of conflict, emotions, and thoughts.
I hide these problems, I hide my damage.
I just want this pain to stop.

I've cut off the world, closed off my mind.
Though the thoughts keep coming back.
I wanted to be numb, I got tired of FEELING.
I always suffered for everything I lack.

I'm not strong enough to on in this life.
this pain makes the hurt go away.
I can't ask for help, my pride too strong.
So I'll allow my body to pay.