#selfharm poems on Hello Poetry

eliana 8h

I slit my wrist to erase the pain.
you look at me and think I'm insane.
My eyes turn red, bleeding my tears,
and still you try to protect me from my worst fears.
Look at my scars, then you will see
why I can't seem to go around and fake happy,
yet you tell me you love me, that you'll forget,
for I'll soon be gone, and I'll be your greatest regret.
So let me die, broken and scarred,
I can't deal with life, it's getting far too hard.
Everything's gone wrong; it's not worth trying,
so leave me alone because I feel like I'm dying.
I don't want you to worry,
because my life is ending in a hurry.
I'll be fine and happy, you see,
for death is what I wished for and soon it will be.

ive been having the urge to relapse but i havent so im glad!

#selfharm #scars #life #sad #awareness

ASLRC 4d

Music box Ballerina

On my nightstand, there is a beautiful music box Ballerina
She is stunning, passionate and young, her name is Catherina

Catherina used to dance in circles without ceasing
to the same note, her only purpose was people-pleasing

Whenever someone would open the box and wind it up on repeat
she continued dancing, on demand, ignoring the pain in her feet

Nobody cared how she felt, as long as she kept turning
like a clock, that never stops, she felt her passion burning

The older she turned, the more pain she had to go through
she couldn’t escape ‘cs she was tied to a strong *****

the music started to sound uncanny
she wished she didn’t have to see

So she made her tears red, voluntarily
to escape into her own imaginary

#mentalhealth #sad #depression #selfharm #fairytale #ballerine #music #pain #dance

Kai 5d

My life Tw sui and sh

My life
Practically meaningless
Im useless
People would like me better if I were dead
People wouldn't care
Who would
They wouldn't
It'll be fine
1 slit
2 slit
3 maybe 4
Watching the blood drip down
Down my thigh
Down my arm
On my hand
Dripping
Down
Painful when touched
Its fine
Painful in the shower
Oh well
Painful with clothes on
Im fine
It doesn't matter
No one will notice
No one has to know
The blood dripping
Blood dripping
Dripping
Down
Over and over
No one cares
Where is it?
Where is the blade
No
Don't touch it
Its fine.
Everything will be fine
Just a little pain
Let me just....
Cut...
One more...
Just one more....
Just one more time....
Please..
It helps the pain..

#suicide #sui #sh #depression #selfharm #mentalhealth

Ari 5d

it hurts, doesn't it?

it hurts me to think how hurt the world is now
everyone faces so much challenges, just from dealing with others
it hurts to think that everyone has felt insecure, like crap and **** too
it hurts to know that while i feel bad about myself and jealous of someone else, they might not feel like enough too
it hurts to know people hurt themselves on purpose to deal with the pain others put them through, the pain they put their own selves through sometimes,
it hurts to know it's normal,
it's normal for everyone of us to be hurting so much
yet still go on, live. there is beauty in that, knowing we are surviving.
we are broken but we are healing, slowly.

#selfharm #hurt #insecurity

Everly Rush 5d

she gave me a chopping board

she handed me a chopping board
wrapped in cheap red paper,
with a card tucked neatly inside:
“since you like to slice yourself,
why not make it useful?”

merry christmas.

i stared at it—
wooden, plain,
cleaner than i’ve ever felt.
everyone else
pretended to laugh.
or worse—
pretended nothing happened.

no one stopped her.
no one looked at me.
i was thirteen
and bleeding invisibly.

she jokes like i’m not alive,
like my pain is some inside gag
she shares with herself
while i sit there,
swallowing the sound of my own heartbeat
because it’s the only thing i know
that hasn’t turned against me.

i started hurting myself
when she moved in.
not for drama.
not for show.
but because the ache in my chest
had nowhere else to go.

my skin became
a secret diary
she somehow still read.

they won’t let me get help.
say i’m too young,
too fragile,
too… dramatic.

but i’m old enough
to wake up alone in a dorm bed,
wanting to disappear
before the day even begins.

i pay for my own classes
because she says i’m too stupid
to waste money on.
i win races
because running is the only time
i feel like i’m moving away from her
fast enough.

sometimes i run
until my lungs burn.
until my legs forget
they belong to a girl
who flinches at kindness
because it feels like a setup.

i don’t want revenge.
i don’t want her to hurt.

i just want a birthday
without fear.
a christmas
without cruelty.
a life
where love doesn’t come with teeth.

and maybe—
just maybe—
a version of myself
who can look in the mirror
and see more
than what she tried to carve out of me.

18:11pm / this poem took all day to write

#invisible #silenced #runner #alone #broken #selfharm #depression #stepmother #abuse #pain

Nobody 7d

promise

god, i'm so sorry
last time was really close
i'm doing better now
i promise

just don't look under my sleeve
and it'll all be okay

#sh #selfharm #relapse #lie

izzmidnight Jun 9

behind slammed doors and silent screams

I cried in silence again.
The tears streamed down
And made puddles on my carpet floor
I'm lying on again.

I watched the minutes change again.
Somehow the clocks go from five thirty
To nine thirty in an hour;
I've been on the same assignment.

I took a nap this afternoon again.
But I didn't even turn out the lights,
I don't know if i fell asleep
Or if I was just falling like I was the rest of the day.

My sweatshirt sleeves are wet again.
It's too hot out to wear long sleeves
But I sweat through it anyway;
I'm just cold.

My room is scattered with mess again.
Bugs crawling, biting at my legs
As I'm lying in my bed, awake,
Because I'm living a nightmare.

I'm not happy anymore.
But don't think I ever was,
I'm not sad, not quite,
Don't know who this world was made for...

But I don't think for me.

I really appreciate comments and feedback! :)

#poem #sad #depression #crying #apathy #numb #deadinside #poetry #selfharm #nothappy

Kaiden Jun 6

scars

each one has a reason
a purpose that faded away,
another time someone broke your trust,
broke you.

each one is for a specific person,
or people,
for a thought or memory,
for satisfaction, control or punishment.

each one is shaped differently,
yet you recognize every single one.
the sight of them fading fills you with a need for more
as you go deeper.

at this point im not even trying to stay clean, there's no point. i'll relapse anyway. it's quite ironic how someone you thought you could trust becomes the reason you want to disappear (in my case its my stepfather and a few other people)

#suicide #selfharm

eliana Jun 4

Battle Scars

People don't realize what they're saying, they shout "wrist check!" And laugh, not understanding the feeling of unsticking their clothes from their body in the morning. They say "Let me scan your barcodes!" Not understanding the feeling of your skin breaking and knowing you did it to yourself. They'll never understand the guilt that comes with it, the feeling of failure, and the pain being the only thing you can feel. They won't understand why you did it, and neither can you. They won't understand. They will continue to shout these things not knowing what's underneath your shirt. They won't understand that you will have these reminders of your past on wedding day, they will be there forever. People don't realize what they're doing when they grab your wrists and turn them over and shout "what's that?" People don't get it. They will never.

um i wrote this a little while ago and uh its like a perspective of someone who cuts and people constantly bring them down for it. any tips please lmk <3

#selfharm #scars