'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
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
