Self Harm Poems Short Novels & Stories

I knew, that I’d crossed a line. My hands tremble as I lift them, tangling my fingers in my hair, I pull at it hard, trying to inflict some kind of physical pain to match the agony in my heart. I let out a yell, to scream out my frustration and self loathing. My fist connects with my own forehead, a loud thud echoing as I kept hitting myself. I grunt, as I began to feel the pain. I grab the empty whiskey bottle and fling it against the far wall of the balcony. The glass scattering to pieces.

"Be gentle, every heart hides many wounds that never bleed" ~ Unknown I've never wanted to kill myself as much as I want to now, in this moment. 1 hour with this crazy woman has made me reach my limits of sanity, I can't bare with her anymore, my head will soon explode. She's just... Ahhhh! She's crazy, that is all I have to say.

But my feelings were been pushed, I was hurt and this was the moment I needed my mum, but she isn't here, it was just me, against the world. I crawled down from the bed and sat on the floor, shivering and swallowing hard. I'd managed to lock all of my anxieties, not wanting to be trapped in, but now it seems I'm going back into where I left. “Mum,” I whimpered as tears trailled down my eyes, I didn't want to self harm, I really didn't want to. But now I had no options.

lets shred the whole **** book, perhaps? lets set fire to the town, perhaps? im tired of pretending to be your precious child, perfect student, "the innocent one" i want to paint obscene material in your blood (in the name of art, of course) @god do you ever feel unreal? are you even real? am i? no i have to be real, I can feel the blood dripping down my arm, the bones cracking in my spine im real. im real. im real. everything hurts!!!!! **** i cant wait to rip you all to shreds !!!!!!

Peace I am at unease I am at unease Is suicide Is murder The only way we die Is killing a person Each day by hurt Agreed way that One can apply Or is this not murder Or is it sane Who will define Ill health Pain of heart It is enormous at times I won't survive In this surrounding For my current life Too for me It is a huge surprise This is life Is this is life For which I claimed For which I succeeded To fail, many deaths Many a suicide In return Do I get This is life Is this a life Or death? ****** Engaged with a few It becomes many It becomes a big As you practice There will, be hope Somewhere In something Hidden For me too I know the tragedy Way too old It didn't come my way When I practi

FADING INTO BROKENNESS: I don't fight the knife that pierces my veins I welcome this darkness inside to help me forget my pain, my brokenness, my shame Dark red trickles down my arm A little secret of mine, known as self-harm Anger builds up inside I got to let these feelings out But to who can I confide? A dark silver blade is what I trust The one that I turn to when life is too tough. My life is too tough now that I don't want to live anymore But when I leave this world I'll be be free and in the sky I will soar. I will live the rest of my days in peace with my mother under her tree. That way I will be away from the one that that is filled with hate.

~ ™Away I go, carried on wings of passion™ ™Drinking droplets of time™ ™My heart has flown from it's cage™ ™Falling in love with myself, Embracing lie with open arm™ ™Away I go, carried on wings of passion™ ™My heart has frown from it's cage™ ™Falling in love with myself, Embracing life with open arms™ ™Clasping the moment in your fingertips like a butterfly™ ™As it takes wing it leaves traces of Colour™ ™The moment moves on, leaving it's Colour behind Sera™ ™I clasp another moment as it takes flight™ ™Embracing life with open arms ,Away I go carried on wings of passion™ ™My heart had flown from it's cage™ ™Falling in love with myself, embracing life with open arms™ ~ I fall on the floor as

My other self is walking towards me, about to crown my head with thorns of pain and beauty. Beauty through the pain, My other self is staring at me through a broken mirror. Mirror of my broken self, mirror of the broken soul She is screaming, Screaming silently at me for leaving her to decay. Leaving her lost, to burn To end. The end is walking fast. Moving like the wind Moving till I can’t see.

He lit a joint and rummaged one of the side tables for pen and paper, to write down the words rioting in his head. "Be gone already The weight of your fears Keeps holding me down. "I ain’t no bearer Of other people’s burdens. "I’m the one hand You can reach out to And all you do is run. "Be gone already I won’t give in To you anymore. "I need to be myself again Remember what it’s like Before it’s too late." He read it over and cursed aloud. That wasn’t him. That was no lyric. That read like one of Silvia’s poems.

A light too blinding, a fire too high, Yet I kneel, yet I pray, yet I burn alive. Flesh and bone, yet something more, A voice that binds, a touch ignored. Untouchable fate, unshaken throne, And yet I long to call you my own. I exhaled through my nose again, rubbing my temple. Of course, it's wonderful. I'd never read poetry so well written. Of fucking course. I refolded the paper and tucked it back where I found it. I wasn't mad. I wasn't even surprised. Just... I don't know.