abuse poem depression self hate harm violence
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Look outside.
Find a reason why you feel this way.
You seem happy.
You seem serene.
You seem strong.
All I hear are lies.
I'm confined.
Blood, gushing seems like an eternity.
Tears, Strolling down creating a river.
Suddenly It's stops, However only to resume rushing.
I am…
I am a poet.
Overwhelming, destructive thoughts.
She said write.
So I wrote.
She said don’t paint your skin red.
How can you let your pain go when its everywhere you go?
It sticks on you like a leech sucking the life out of you.
Theirs always something that makes you think
of what it could've been.
I can take on only so much
"It won't hurt"
He said
But were you
Speaking for that moment
Or for the
Rest of my life?
Narrow is the passage that leads to your heart,
And as I search for your love,
I never come close nor am I ever good enough to have it,
The cuts across my wrist.
As I cut and I a fist.
The first one, then the second, next the third
My pain shall not be heard.
I cannot get it straight
As the cuts describe my fate
My mouth is a cave of deceit.
It has little teeth like rocks which’ll tell you
that blue eyeshadow really works for you,
and a serpentine tongue that will be the first to tell you
For someone who spoke fluent English,
I didn’t know how to say a lot of things.
Words that, in the mouths of others,
flowed like tropical water,
I desire nothing more than freedom,
From my own personal Hell
But worries wake me,
From melodious dreams
Where daggers and swords,
Pierce my afflicted heart
The noose wrapped around my neck
It’s loose.
Kick the chair out
I dare you.
Not that it matters
Hear the chair clatter
When my mother saw my scars she asked me “Should I be worried?”
When my first love saw my scars he said “Don’t worry, I have them too.”
When my best friend saw my scars she said “Wow, that’s so edgy.”
Roses are red, violets are blue
the sunshine is warm, at once so were you
but now the sunshine is gone, the flowers are dead
you hide behind your eyes, inside your head
I cut the cord and now I’m floating here
above the bloody mess that
used to be the thing they called me
not quite a person just me
Before you open your mouth to spit hateful words,why don't you take a glance at whose around you.
Just hug me
Pet me like a bunny
I feel safe in your arms
No harm can be done
A barrier you provide
To external harm
It's a little misery
from a place
my mother's stomach
to my abusive sibling and dad
I am born to be infuriated
born to not be able to change it
to be shocked
condemned
into a religious
What would they say
If they could see
The blood
Pooling
Under my sleeve even now,
Red as the glass of wine
My mother hands me
