People taunt me
Spirits haunt me
And others say I shouldn't be here.
Maybe they're right
I shouldn't be in sight.
Blades are my retreat.
As the thin lines bleed, bleed, bleed.
They start out shallow.
But then they deepen.
I dare not scream, nor make a sound.
In fear, I may be found.
If I cut the vein, then life would end
But if I don't, I'll continue this journey.
Even more time to absorb worlds fury.
I continue down my arm, 'till I reah the blue line.
I lay the blade to my skin
And slowly, blood starts pouring.
I write a note, as time runs short,
Telling why I'm leaving.
I feel my body go weak,
As blood pours 'round.
As I lay on the ground
Slowly dying.
A/N- I understand that a lot of people have seen this one probably. I put most of these on my Quotev account, but now, I might be deleating my Quotev, so I have to copy them over so I dont loose them.
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Quotes and poems that I find on the internet, or make myself about self-harm.
PoetryIf you've ever wondered what it feels like to self-harm, or feel depressed, read this. Or, if you have depression, or self-harm, or maybe both, and you want to now if you and I have the same point of view on the subjects, then you can also read. Ple...
