Self Harm Poems Short Novels & Stories

She finished the song, but was still asleep. Romero and everyone had been woken up from the singing and came downstairs. By the time they got dressed and downstairs she was singing and playing a different song “Finding refuge in my own lies…How are you? i’m doing alright…small talk is a great disguise…just let me be…just let me be…empty thoughts start to crowd my mind..am I only living, living to survive?..shake it off, but I’ve lost the drive…just let me be…just let me be…let me be okay…No one knows what goes on up inside my head…there’s a new kind of poison and it’s starting to spread…no one knows what goes on up inside my head…they don’t think I need help..but I’m scaring myself…I just wa

Vin. My heart feels empty. I feel so much weaker than I have ever felt before. I will never be Vincenzo again. I am nothing but broken. Oh! God. Just why? Why her? Why couldn't it be me? I tightly hold my head and throw the bottle of whiskey on the ground and watch it break in pieces. I have drowned myself in this shit but it isn't helping. It causes my head to hurt. I longingly stare at one shard that looks longer and sharper. It will only take me minutes at most, and I will never hurt again. That one minute will take me to the same place she is right now. Our promises don't count anymore.

…Cause the cure is found in you, I don't want it, but I do… You're my problem and my solution at the same time. …You're just like poison My affliction, I'm addicted, I can't lie… But everything about us is a lie. The only person I can't lie to is myself. …Kiss me one more time before I die… Kiss me one more time before I leave..."

I just keep going even though my body is slowly giving up. I was so stupid – I was blinded by desperately needing to get past this object that I hurt myself while trying to do so. Now when I look at myself in that mirror , when I see that poor bruised creature crawling - my heart saddens. I sacrificed so much , I went through so much only to stay in the exact same spot that I was in , in the beginning – the only difference is that I’m more damaged and more tired.

Author's POV Trigger Warning: Self-harm, mature themes. The water pounded down on Melody’s pale skin, a cold, persistent drumbeat that drowned out her sobs. Her body was curled under the showerhead, knees to her chest, hair plastered against her wet cheeks. Her right hand clutched a small pen knife, her fingers twitching with desire to explore her own body.

“Help, I have done it again I have been here many times before Hurt myself again today And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame Be my friend, hold me Wrap me up, enfold me I am small and needy Warm me up and breathe me Ouch I have lost myself again Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found Yeah I think that I might break Lost myself again and I feel unsafe Be my friend, hold me Wrap me up, enfold me I am small and needy Warm me up and breathe me Be my friend, hold me Wrap me up, enfold me