Self Harm Poems Short Novels & Stories

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains depictions of ongoing captivity, domestic abuse, trauma, and mentions of past suicidal ideation/self-harm. Reader discretion is advised. It's easy to just give up and die. It's easy to just leave the pain here, to just vanish to feel free. It is such an easy thing to do for people who are completely exhausted by life, like me. I only wish I had just died from blood loss or an infection from the nail I saw. With that, I'll escape all the sufferings.

He looked worn out, his eyes looked sad and red, but he smiled in between. He gave me a sweet boyish smile filled with hope. “Babe.” He opened his arms like he’d been waiting hours for this moment. “I’m so sorry.” I allowed him to hug me. I was stiff at first, then gave in finally because I had to because resistance will only make things worse. He smelled like those hospital antiseptics. “I was a mess,” he whispered into my hair. “The tracker, the camera, the bruise, I wasn’t me. I’m getting help now. Through Therapy and Meds.”

My legs gave out, and I dropped to my knees right in the middle of the mess. “I want to die,” I cried. “I want to end all this.” I wrapped my arms around my stomach and rocked back and forth, sobbing so hard I could barely breathe. The room spun. A sharp piece of broken glass near my leg cut me, and blood trickled down. I barely even noticed. Instead, dark thoughts rushed in—violent, loud, tempting. Ways to hurt myself. Ways to make it stop. I imagined them finding me. A corpse.

This vulnerability is too much and has me breaking more than ever. Each violent attack on my self-esteem, my mind, my body, and my soul rips through my every being as I lay down both on this glass bed of rotting roses and in the darkroom of my deep mind. Part of me is ready to surrender now, to become a victim of this soul-shattering crime. Another part of me makes its best attempt to fight and lure me back from the depths of self-destruction. As I lay in the darkness in my mind, I trace my pointer finger against the odd liquid I am laying in. Am I losing this fight, I ask myself. Am I going to give up this time?

( when you can not say your pain you should share it with yourself, every time In life it is not important that someone will be beside you to pick you up) " it is not my habit to trust anyone nowadays but you seem like a nice poet, " Shaina comments as she shaled her hair backward. "I am a writer, poetry is just another thing I do because I am good with words," he said as he looked at her. " I can see that, " Shaina chuckled, he smiled at her. " do you want to talk about it? " he said as Shaina closed her eyes for a second, it was her fight and she was going to fight it herself.

I break myself, With words, thoughts, From my own mind. Everything I ran away from, I became. Everything I tried not to be, Everything I walked away from, I see them now. Taunting me, laughing at me, For my darkness was my fault, No other's. So, when I love, it's living death. I walk alone in this path, I made darkness my creed, Formed depression, With hands of flawless poetry. I created my demons, Now I'm haunted by them. Everything I am,

She has spelt her evil intentions audibly for me to understand and my part is to submit to her whims. I release the grip of my teeth on my lower lip the moment the tinge got painful. I’ve been told not to self harm, it’ll be suspicious if I do. The thought of wounding myself to the point where I am hospitalised has crossed my mind several times daily, because at least in a hospital, I can choose who will have access to my room, but I can’t even hurt myself. I let out an exhale. Acting as if I’m fine when I’m not is the worst thing yet. I am not fine. In all my nineteen years of living, I have never felt so trapped and petrified like I do right now.

Poseidon sends his waves to drag me far out to sea* *If you could only see the beast you've made of me I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart* *My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl My eyes seek you out, in the gathering crowd I'll never be the same if we ever meet again* *Won't somebody help me tame this animal I have become I can't escape myself, so many times I've lied But there's still rage inside, somebody get me through this nightmare I can't control myself* *So what if you can see the dar

Beneath the Ruin I’ve been hiding from the silence, Drowning out the noise inside. Built a life on fear and shadows, Just to make it through the night. Every door they’ve locked behind me Still remembers who I was. But I don’t want their crown of violence. I don’t want their twisted love. I’ve got scars they’ll never see, Cuts too deep for blood to show. And I’d burn it all to ashes Just to be someone they don’t own. There’s a girl beneath this damage That they never got to break. She still sings beneath the ruin,

Standing back to back, our heads raised towards the night sky, we sang with our hearts as our voice drifted through the clearing, attracting everyone’s attention. “My mind is weeping, yet I bear the grief alone, With whom should I share my sorrow and woe? To whom should I show my wounds and scars? Goddess alone knows what I’m going through. Donning a carefree mask, and a nonchalant smile, I mingle with those I can barely call my own. On this path of fate, I got nothing but infamy, The light of hope extinguished in this never-ending journey. The selfishness of those around me,