'self harm'

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Once upon a time There was a girl and When left alone in her head She found a knife.   Once upon a time a girl with a knife cut patterns into her arms Because as the blood ran
I was neglected, not by my parents. But by myself. I neglected myself when I didn't allow myself to love. I neglected myself when I flew away from courage. I neglected myself when I couldn't accept my mistakes.
I could see that she had a purple cloak  over her feelings, Constantly picked on with a wall over her heart. She went upstairs to her room, grabbed her blade, and cuts until she saw decadent red
You touch the water and recoil I touch it and it comforts me My hands numb to the pain thw water should create My skin, bright red but unfeeling This pain doesnt leave a constant reminder
Poetry kept her safe; Poetry kept her sane. When words pile up within her brain and Threaten to explode, She turned to ink and paper. Poetry gave her comfort; Poetry gave her an escape.
my breath runs exit sign teeth door lips quick as the realization swiftly mugged me of my tranquility   i can feel
So you think I am a screw up. Do you know I get all A's? You told people I was a cutter. Do you know that made me insane? You'd mock the plumpness of my lips. Do you realize l felt insecure? You told people you'd never change. Do you realize your
Dear Mr. Palise,  
Why do you do it?  Why do you put yourself in so much pain?  Why do you put me in pain?  You may not realize it, but every time you hurt yourself you hurt me too.  Baby girl I love you with all my heart, but why do you cut up your arms and legs? 
Why do you do it?  Why do you put yourself in so much pain?  Why do you put me in pain?  You may not realize it, but every time you hurt yourself you hurt me too.  Baby girl I love you with all my heart, but why do you cut up your arms and legs? 
You sit there watching as the red paint beads up against the pale background. You sit there and watch as your painting of red covers the pale canvas... You're stuck just watching as the scarlet red dripps and dribbles.
Tears roll down from eyes to the ground; They tickle my cheeks and chin, yet I am not smiling. As my face becomes wet; my hands become soaked
Sharp, sting, pain, bliss, but over all a Distraction When there’s a ball of emotions in your chest so tangled you can’t tell the difference from depression and anxiety there’s only one thing that seems right
Red Blood of friends lost to hate Passion for what she can create From the hurt of being too late At least that wasn’t her fate  
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