Self-Harm Poetry

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I hold the blade to my brow,
tapping it in thought and thinking of the irony of it all.
How did it come to pass,
that we should meet here now?
Between yesterday and tomorrow,
the hours we met so many times before.

You think I’m crazy,
you whisper it over and over again.
Your hands are tucked under your chin,
they had been since you saw me.
You said you didn’t know who I was,
because I was a child when you saw me last.

Truth be told, this is progress.
Last week I didn’t know who I was anymore.
People kept talking about me as though I was already dead.
I had the blade turned towards myself.
I was feverishly looking for some sign of life.
I was looking for some hint of humanity.

Because that night it was me and a knife,
I was trying to save me from myself,
because no one was able to get through.
Now I look in the palm of my hand,
and see I have the control now.
“So what shall we do tonight?”

The other day I came across a picture of me,
the way I was once upon a time.
I was smiling and holding a bunch of flowers.
No one would recognize her anymore,
I know her as a stranger on the street.
I know her as the screaming in my head.

You should have been sent to prison for murder,
it was

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There are two roads: one of Fear, the other of Love.

Fear: that feeling, like prickly heat,
That suffuses one’s face,
Bubbling up from a well in one’s navel,
Seemingly inexorable.
Nameless and invisible, but well known to the body
Who has an intimate acquaintance with what it has wrought.

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As I look outside the window
I see a sunny day
And hear the laughter of my friends
As they walk away
They’re walking towards the future
Into a better time
The smiles on their faces
Are reflecting in their lives
But as they walk that golden road
I start to look around
No laughter fills this empty room
No sunlight fills this ground
Cold bars across the windows
Strong locks upon the doors
The only key to my escape
Lies in the kitchen drawer
I take a breath of courage

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Light fails,
Hope fades,
The blood makes trails
Across my white skin.

All good is gone,
And I’ve lost my way.
My blade helps me go on,
But I hate it…

I’m so lost -
Strayed too far,
And my life is the cost
Of leaving my path.

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Why
When i think of you
Does my page remain blank?

Even in todays expansion of emptiness
I find stray thoughts
Of you Indestructible

Maybe you too spare a moment
Nostalgia has a lot to answer for
A lover we both shared

Manipulative of so many young lives
Whores for danger
All they did was love him

A crime
One punishable
By Death

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i try: to sing; to talk, to love
everytime i fail: i don’t
get back up
i slither away: and cut my
self up
until the wounds have
diseased my
skin
which demolishes all of
the sin I am in

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cowering beads of sweat
retreat to the origin of fear
pores dilate, and reverse the
melancholiac phases of the
phoenix stigmata.

the iridescent tears convert
to onyx, pools of oil erupt
and bleed out through the holes
of my martyred body.

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girl fits her body in
the space between the bed and
the wall. she is a stalk,
exhausted. she will do something
with this, she will
surround these bones with flesh,
she will cultrate night vision,
she will train her tongue to
lie silent in her mouth and listen.
the girl slips into sleep,
her dreams are red and raging.
she will remember to build
something human with it.

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Left alone in her bed
The screams won’t stop ringing
Being trapped with her thoughts
The mental words stinging

The most hazardous threat
Her solitude and quiet
A soul feeding her lies
So the heart can go buy it

Persuaded through the hatred
This demon likes to deal
She’s reopening old wounds
So the pain can never heal

See the bloodstains that none
Can find and wash away
Laying on the crumpled pages
Of each slowly passing day

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I try so hard to please you
My efforts are in vain
There’s no way to appease you
As I suffer all this pain

Frustration kills my sanity
I lash out at my core
Your ideals dipped in vanity
Leave me broken even more

Every drop of my will
Is drained like blood so red
I’ve given up, but still
I hear screams inside my head

I’ll continue waiting for you
For as long as time will last
The steps between us are few
Yet I’m still stuck in the past

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