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Sometimes a hard circumstance and a very bothering psychological battle drive a person to self-harm. While it is not the right thing to do it is certainly something not easy to go through as well. A person experiencing an urge to harm one’s self must look for help and find it in people that you trust. While there is no easy cure, there is always a process to go through to start healing the heart and the mind to pinpoint what is causing this self-inflicted pain. if you have a loved one, a friend, family, or even someone you are barely acquainted with and you know about this difficult situation, help if you can.
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Self-Harm
Poem by Self Harm Suicide
Under the sleeve lies a secret forever untold
Buried in the blankets of deception and lies
What had caused it no one knows
Except for the girl whose scars she own
Day and night she prayed the secret be kept
So she might continue the art of the blade
On her skin she drags it across
The mitigation she felt
No one could understand
For how can pain be used to cure?
But she knows
To alleviate the inner
The outer shalt hurt
There’s no win-win situation
It’s a sacrifice of either one
Absolute escape can never be achieved
Pain will always mark its presence
It’s only how we choose to feel it
Physical pain is more cinch to cope
‘Cos we’re the one controlling it
She can let it stop if she want
She can let it bleed if she please
There can never be better than being in control
At least the pain lets her know she’s alive
Her lips break into a smile as she saw the crimson red
Dripping noiselessly onto the immaculate marble floor
The scars will hold prove to all that transpired
As evidence of the pain carved into her skin
The years will pass but they will never fade
As aching reminders of the bitter moments
Every glimpse at them brings tears to her eyes
As her heart wrenches reminiscing the past
Her mind floods with the vivid memories of hurt
The words hurled at her like a thousand knives
Leaving her wounded and battered
She can’t be strong and fight
Unless her lacerations are completely healed
But no one ever saw
So no one has came to her aid
Instead they continued to injure
Sticks and stones may break her bones
But words shatter the inside
It’s not only the outside
Don’t just look at the surface
‘Cos there’s much more underneath
Hidden
For you to delve into the truth behind the mask of smiles
If you are truly concerned
For you to unravel the secret
If you truly seek to correlate
For you to show your empathy
If you truly think you are a friend
For you to heal the wounds
If you truly want to save her
A little loss of blood each time will not kill her
It’s not the act itself that is fatal
What is lethal is the thoughts that accompany
The drive behind the behaviour of self-destruct
The reasons for bringing the blade to one’s own skin
Day by day as it all piles up
Eventually it will all lead to that one outcome
Maybe not tonight, next week or tomorrow
One day the dark secret will be brought to light
For there is no ever-lasting element in the mortal world
One day she will find that it no longer suffices
For the pain gets too over-whelming for the physical to counter
Now what’s left is the only way she sees to free herself
Out of the world that comes crashing down on her
To end the life she had so painstakingly fought through
For without life none exists
Not feeling, thoughts nor pain
Life sent her to death as a gift
Death enveloped her in her welcoming open arms
Death loves her for she is a child of darkness
Born to suffer in the blinding light of life
Now that she’s returned to the home of the fallen angels
He shall keep her forever
Fog
Poem by Self Harm Suicide
With the words accompanies the arrows of hurt
Raining endlessly onto my soul like hammers shattering glass
Piercing mercilessly through my heart
Thrusting my spirit down the darkness of the abyss
It’s not only the demons drowning me
I feel like
Everyone is contributing to the stones weighing me down
Thou shalt not live, they say
The crystal clear vision beneath the waters
My lungs fight for air
My blood gushes through the network of veins
Unfortunately as I feel this
I have yet to escape from life.
Yet.
The profound beauty of death
The sweet luring scent of the promised paradise
I know I’m just building castles in the air
For I know there doesn’t exist utopia
Illusions aren’t sempiternal
Nothing is everlasting
Even still I do hold the hope for Hereafter
For which the only accessible route is with the reaper through the darkness
The embrace of the unseen
Wrapping me around in her seemingly infinite entity
The cool sensation of the water gently caressing my skin
I once wished
For felicity
For warmth to hold me in its arms
For laughter to kiss my lips
For the torment to alleviate
For the world to stop turning
Now I know this wouldn’t be attainable
Never
As long as I’m on Earth
The restrictions of the mortal is de trop
I needa get out
Finding my way through the remnants of what was my mind
I winced as I struggled to pull out of its faltering yet still strong clutches
Its grasp around my neck loosened for a moment
I spluttered, I choked and I knew what I had to do
I
Ran
and Ran
Away
and Away
From myself
It isn’t just say
It’s a fact
I’m a threat
To myself
I just got to run
So I won’t die
In my own hands
I just got to break free
Of my own clutches
I hate to admit
But this is the truth
Run with me
Not from me
‘cos I need you
I’m sorry
If that seems
Preposterous
But I just wanna someone
Doesn’t matter who
To reach out
Bring me back
Give me the courage
To face myself
Standing upright
Not cowering in fear
Give me the strength
To face my demons
Without running
‘cos I wanna have myself back
I’ve been lost for too long
I’ve ventured too deep into the woods
Sank too deep under the water
Got too entangled in the intricate threads of life
Fucked my life up too much
I’ve slept for too long
Caught up in a dream
Or was it a nightmare?
I’ve just woken up
The world is in a fog
Can you lead me to the right path
Help me find my way back to myself
Help me clear up the winding roads ahead
Help me uncloud my vision
Is there anyone out there?
For it feels like I’m talking to myself
Can anyone hear me?
For it seems like my ears are the only pair my cries have reached
Am I alone in this struggle?
For it certainly seems like I am.
From Self-Harm To Suicide
Poem by Leroy Numa
Depression swallows her aggressions
Scars and bruises cover her arms,
so she skips her gym sessions.
Beat and raped by her own father,
tell me what could be harder
If she was legal she would be sitting in a pub,
Drinking pints and pints of lager.
So she sits in her room slicing on her arm
She does not feel the pain just sits there crying deeply in vain
She’s addicted to inflicting bodily harm there is over ten cuts for Every night her daddy snuck in and told her shhh baby keep calm
she could not cope even with slitting her arm so she picked suicide over self harm, but she did not succeed like a un-fertilized reed,
Her mother did not believe her because her father deceived her.
So one more night he snuck in once again and turned of the light but this time there was no freight
under her sheets she had a knife and as he lay ontop of her she stabbed his heart with all her might ending his life
He gave one last twitch and fell to the floor and she whispered die bitch and walked through the door
She knew she had started a fire and now the trouble was cooking
She left the house crossed the road there was no time for looking
Her destination was clear she was almost there
a tall long bridge with a deep long dropp over the railings and from there it was just a hop
She plunged into the darkness bellow
She did not know where she was about to go
She left her mum a note and in it it read ‘dear mum by the time you read this letter ill long be dead
I’m sorry I could not be better and the mess I left next to my bed
I needed to leave because of the confusion in my head
For the rest of your life I am wishing you well for now its bye till we see in hell’
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