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Self harm
As my friends will know, i cut myself regularly. They dont understand why, but a couple have been very supportive. I've debated about putting this page up for a while, but after looking at others, its time for everyone to spread the word.
Self harm is not wrong, and its nothin to be ashamed off. Its a way of coping when life is bad. Some people cut themselves, some burn, others may smash their heads off walls.
On this page, I'll be putting any poems etc i may write. iIwont stick pics on, as they may offend ppl, although i will suggest links to places that do have them.
if u feel upset by these words, just remember that they are a reflection of the way i feel.
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blood
blood is like river gushing forth,
this is the reason i reach for the blade.
the pain inside me is never ending,
one day i hope it will end.
stop, they are always telling me,
but they dont know pain.
The constant misery and sadness,
and how it never goes away.
i think of ending it all,
sometimes i even try,
but when i wake up,
im glad i failed.
my friends say they care for me,
some may actually do,
but throughout all this,
i know in my heart that i am alone.
the abuse and the neglect,
nobody i know has suffered this.
so how can i expect them to understand,
when i all i want is peace.
to sit alone in my blood,
to no longer feel empty,
this is my life,
the way it has to be.
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That was one my dad took on one of his very rare trips up North ages ago. |
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Pain
pain is wot i feel,
never ending.
blood is wot i see,
ever flowing.
rage is wot i hear,
all around.
peace is wot i want,
no chance.
the blade is wot i choose,
a ritual.
cutting is wot i do,
my life.
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Snidey cam, but still me. |
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understanding
my life is my own, to live how i want.
pain is who i am, who i'll always b.
nobody can understand, its how i live.
i pick up a blade, i cut and bleed.
i cant do this on the inside, so i do it out.
so much pain, so much anger.
all needs to b released, blood needs to flow.
memories are here, always wanting to surface.
loneliness, fear, all are there.
cryin solves nuthin.
space and time are wot i need,
maybe one day all will be well,
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unicorn castle |
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