Crimson blood flowing from my finger tips,
Biting down till the blood pours out my split lips,
Marking my body with cuts on my wrists,
Later turn to scars like a sweet death’s kiss,
Body image, I hate my body image,
So I’ll take this sharp knife and sculpt my body with it,
Let the blood pool down at my feet,
Shaving off my rotted limbs and my insecurities,
Losing so much blood I might not live for a while,
But at least I’ll finally make a real smile...
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Never worth carving yourself up, you'll make a mess of it. Far better to accept you look like shite rather than bleeding carved up shite.
Besides that, ppl are all the more prepared to listen to you if you are not covered in self harm evidence... you'll know that already i guess.
You won't raise many smiles with this but you'll raise interest and a readership. So keep writing.
What do you see when you look out of the window?.... why do i ask?..
... because it's there.
You my friend speak nothing but the truth. I no longer am in the same mindset as what is in my writings, these are past experiences which I hope will spark awareness and conversation. As always thanks for reading, perhaps I’ll brighten things up tomorrow?
I feel ya with the cutting the wrists......but you have to understand that many accidental suicides take place with cutting. i really hope your self esteem gets better.....because your writing is great. Just keep writing!
These poems are not about me but rather my past and the thoughts I’ve had before. I hope to spark conversation and awareness about a topic which is often taboo. Thank you for reading and I’ll post a happier one tomorrow! Haha.
You post a happier one and I'll post a sadder one......we'll offset each other lol
I’m looking forward to it then haha.
The was beautifully sad my friend, you have been on the edge. Reminds me of my 1st or 2nd writing called my cliff.
Just a thought that if you wanted to let us know about the your mind set, just pop it in the author section.
I joined here to help my mental state of mind, from then I've even had close friend take her life.
This road is can be really rough but worse if we keep things bottled up.
Thank you for being open and raw, live is nothing more.
Thanks for your concern, though like I’ve mentioned these are more on past thoughts rather than present, nonetheless i appreciate it. I’m glad you enjoyed it and thanks for reading!
Very strong write PB. In our lives we do have the bad times but the idea of maybe dying at one own hand will not work.
So glad that you have got passed that stage in your life and are now moving forward in joy.
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