Self Harm Poems Short Novels & Stories

I know you're angry about your injured hands, but that doesn't give you the right to deliberately deceive Galen! "Your revenge has kept him in the hospital for so long without proper treatment! You're a doctor yourself. How could you do something so cruel? How could you endanger someone's life just for revenge?"

The one who would rather break than lie. But then, there’s another rumor about Ellen. About the one who once tore him apart. About him helping her, being there for her. And it hurts, not because I don’t believe in his kindness, but because I know how that kindness can drown him how easily he gives, even when he’s bleeding. So I do what I’ve learned to do best I retreat. I pour all my wondering into words that will never be sent, poems that no one will read. I let the pen ache for me.

" It was just right that when she finally stepped out of the shower, the son ended. From the sheer weight Of your doubts and fears Wounded heart When the light disappears And when this world's insincere You'll be safe here When nobody hears you scream I'll scream with you You'll be safe here In my arms Through the long cold night Sleep tight You'll be safe here When no one understands I'll believe You'll be safe, You'll be safe You'll be safe here

I sighed. I’m just so tired. I long to return to the comfort of my bubble. I long to ease my busy mind into a lulling haze. Reducing myself to a powerless, puddle of softness that desired to be cuddled and taken care of. A happy wish I knew was too far out of my reach. A dream that’s better left being a fantasy than being destroyed by them. I sighed again.

Her cries echoed in the room, the depths of her despair painfully clear. She felt like a freak, good for nothing, a burden on everyone. Without warning, she began to pull at her hair in frustration and self-loathing. She hugged herself, trying to find some solace, but the pain inside her was unbearable. She whispered to herself, "I'm a freak, a good-for-nothing." Her cries became even more heartbreaking, echoing the depths of her despair. Her anguish was like a tidal wave, crashing over her, drowning her in self-doubt and despair.

I didn't even glanced back before leaving how can I bare this pain how can I handle this how can I live without her she is my beautiful dream how can it turn into a worst nightmare I hate it I'm hating it I'm hating myself I went to bar and started drinking untill I sober and forget her but everytime I drink I'm reminding her why she is filled in every part of my body what a irritating thing I'm hating to be like this I hate myself completely My heart lies with you Just give me back my tears in vain Just unbreak my heart my love And all the things that caused the pain Come back and give me back your hug Come back and give my love to me I can't live a single day without you

Bullshit. I gazed upward and stopped myself from crying. Enough. Two weeks is already too long for me to hurt myself over and over. I need to stand up now. I have a friend who’s there for me—two actually. Even though we only talked to each other for a couple of days, I started to get to know Azaia and I must say she’s real. The look on her eyes says everything; full of concern. I need to be strong.

The place of devil. My hands were shaking so bad because or nervousness and fear at the same time. I do not know how to calm myself. The mere thought of myself fighting for my life is already making my system weak. The thought of Fin planning to murder me was like already killing me. The thoughts were making my heart break into pieces. It hurts.

I hope some day I'll make it out of here Even if it takes all night or a hundred years Need a place to hide. But I can't find one nearby. Wanna feel alive, outside I can fight my fear. Isn't it lovely, all alone. Heart made of glass, my mind of stone. (I hope someday I can get out of here. Even if it takes all night or a hundred years. I need a place to hide. But I can't find one near. I want to feel alive, out there I can face my fear. Isn't it lovely, being alone? Heart made of glass, my mind of stone)

I sat under the big tree behind the library.It was the only place that still felt untouched by whispers and stares. The air was still, like the world paused just to watch me break. A soft breeze brushed my cheek, but it couldn’t dry the tears already falling. I buried my face in my palms and let the sobs escape. “I didn’t mean for it to get this far,” I whispered to myself, shaking my head. “I just... In fact,I had not enough reason to set her up badly.