Sounds shall not escape,
They shall not burst out
Of this chamber of echoes,
This shadowy chasm of bone.
They shall not burst out
Of this chamber of echoes,
This shadowy chasm of bone.
So many voices crowding,
With cunning they resound,
Crushing the memories and
Confusing them with reality
With cunning they resound,
Crushing the memories and
Confusing them with reality
“Do it! Do it! Damn it!”
Screams a disembodied voice.
Or was it disembodied?
The voice dwells deep inside.
Screams a disembodied voice.
Or was it disembodied?
The voice dwells deep inside.
“Do it! Do it! Fuckin’ do it!”
The voice reverberates on,
Followed by a sobbing cry
And a low maniacal laugh.
The voice reverberates on,
Followed by a sobbing cry
And a low maniacal laugh.
Scarlet riverbeds are carved
By another razor blade symphony
“Like virginal sex,” the voice hissed,
“It’s awkward and messy.”
By another razor blade symphony
“Like virginal sex,” the voice hissed,
“It’s awkward and messy.”
What is wrong with me?
“Do it again…and again…
“It always gets better!”
The voices mock my sanity.
“Do it again…and again…
“It always gets better!”
The voices mock my sanity.
I want to stop…to stop…
I want them all to fucking stop.
I want to be free of this asylum,
Of this entombed, bony abyss.
I want them all to fucking stop.
I want to be free of this asylum,
Of this entombed, bony abyss.
Haunted for what seems
An eternity of utter madness,
“There is no escape…no escape.”
The demons keep telling me.
An eternity of utter madness,
“There is no escape…no escape.”
The demons keep telling me.
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© c. 2011. Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Originally published on DarkPoetry.com on an account that is no longer in existence.
Originally published on DarkPoetry.com on an account that is no longer in existence.
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is dedicated to those who struggle with self-harm. I have faced this challenge myself and know others who have, feeling trapped in a cycle of returning the razor blade to their skin. I hope that those in this struggle find healthier ways to express their pain, such as writing poetry or using creative outlets. This poem was written years ago as I reflected on my own experiences with self-harm. My thoughts and prayers are with anyone facing similar battles. Remember, you are not alone. Please seek help and support. For immediate support in the U.S., contact the 988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline by dialing 988, or text 'HOME' to 741741 for the Crisis Text Line. Both services are available 24/7 and offer free, confidential support. International readers can find local mental health resources by visiting organizations like Befrienders Worldwide or the International Association for Suicide Prevention, which provide directories of helplines and support services across different countries."
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Thank you for this poem! I struggled with cutting for a while in the past. I appreciate the awareness to this issue and addiction
Thank you so much for your kind words and for sharing your experience. It means a lot to me to know that this poem resonated with you, and I am glad you feel it brings some awareness to an issue that many struggle with. Writing this piece was deeply personal, and it's dedicated to everyone who has faced similar battles. I'm glad to hear that you're past that difficult time, and I hope you continue to find strength and healing in your journey. Stay strong, and I already know you will keep writing! 😉 Stay fierce, NinjaGirl
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