Bleeding.
Throbbing.
No one can see.
No one can know.
I want to stop.
Need to.
I can't.
Help me.
I hate myself
For doing it.
I do it because
I hate myself.
- Author: Gracewunder ( Offline)
- Published: June 17th, 2016 15:51
- Comment from author about the poem: I've always believed in loving yourself but somehow every time I screw up in life my first response is to punish myself. Here's to finally being honest about it and breaking the cycle I'm stuck in.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 19
Comments1
WELCOME GRACE ~ and thanks for a very honest first poem. Self harm is destructive but being honest about it is very cathartic. This is a very nice site and even though they don't all comment ~ all those who read your "cri de coeur " will be empathising with you and sending out positive vibes ~ OK Thinking of you ~ Thanks for sharing and caring ~ Yours BRIAN
Thanks Brian
I appreciate it <3
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