The blood flows down the page
My eyes tracing the droplets as they fall
A deep red
Staining a pure white
The shiny blade catches my eye
Hoping for one more slice
I know it's wrong
I know I'm not okay
But it shuts up the voices
That cloud my brain
Making it so I can't focus or hear
An endless cacophony
Sighing, I grasp the blade.
Someone....
Help me
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Author:
Ajax (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 30th, 2021 22:17
- Comment from author about the poem: I have a lot of struggles. Uhm, one of them is self harm. I'm slowly getting better, and this poem was how I felt before I got help. I just hope some people can relate to this. p.s. I think I might post a poem every day or so. I'm sorry if that bothers you or anything
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
You have your whole life to live in front of you, seeing your age on your profile......
Hey it’s good thing to express your feelings period but especially if you are facing troubles and need help. I commend you on your bravery to share such a intimate piece and it is beautifully written. Sending love and light your way keep going don’t give up you are worth it love❤️
I really appreciate this poem. I've only done this myself twice but it was a very dark time and I felt trapped so... I cut. It doesn't fix things but it makes you feel something and it's something you feel you deserve. I'm here if you ever need someone. We actually have very common interests based on your profile.
Thank you for that! I appreciate it. I'm here for ya too
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