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I was young
I was young and dumb it started by carving my hand with the nail on my thumb But then I started etching my doodles into my skin Before I knew what self-harm was I had no way of stopping it It started as art then became a control Controlling depression Trying to lessen Never learning…
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My story
Once upon a time there was a girl Who suddenly felt sad And glad That she just took those 12 paracetamol, 3 sleeping pills and 2 tranquillisers At the age of 12 She loved the blood that covered her bruised knuckles And the way her body was now filled with scars and open slits She…
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sailor
Drowning in the sea As I see how far you have gotten I watch you sail into the sunset You may come across another storm But for now you are safe and warm You may have a few scratches and leaks But my god do you look beautiful As you rock side to side Stably…
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Naked
If you saw my body You would want to close your eyes Or at least have myself cover The scarred wrists and thighs You would try to ignore it But you wont be able to Because who wants to look at this Cut up flesh Sliced skin Some still healing But some fresh Some are…
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Glamourise
Sorry for making it sound beautiful I know its not something to be proud of But its part of me So I will write it in imagery Like the roses pouring out of my skin Or the thought of me drifting into the starless night The endless sky I’m not trying to glamourise it But…
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are you okay?
I’m sick of being asked how I am in social situations or casual conversations. I’m not going to lightly tell you how I was awake until dawn, in fact I actually haven’t slept, or how many pills I stole and have kept. I’m not going to ‘chat’ about the new cuts that you can’t see,…
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Trigger warning
Trigger warning, it wont be nice You wont be able to look people in the eyes. Trigger warning, those who don’t know will make jokes unaware of the emotions it evokes. Trigger warning, someone will find out and they will ask what its all about Trigger warning, when they know it will hurt them more…
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Pain
The scars on my wrists remind me of this intense feeling of pain. Not the blood rushing out nor the blade of my skin. But the darkness, the pain, the pain within. Taylor As someone who still carries scars from their past, they are a reminder of where I was, compared to where I am…