When
I start
To feel alive
Again
There’ll be no
More monsters
And no
More men
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
When
I start
To feel alive
Again
There’ll be no
More monsters
And no
More men
Wearing away
My heart and soul
Destroying me was
Your only goal
So with your daggers
You proceeded
Until I was broken
And you’d succeeded
Can I ask you something
She said
And please, be honest with me
Do you think
If I take this drink
It will end my misery?
I understand
It takes time
For wounds
Like these
To heal
But I got bored
Of myself
Years ago
So fuck knows
How you feel
You thought
You’d stop
Didn’t you?
And you’d never
Touch me again
That you wouldn’t
Need knives
Or razor blades
To cope
With all your pain
Yet here you are
With scissors
Poised to plunge
Into your skin
What a stupid bitch
To think you could switch
And that I
Would never win
I know
That I can’t
Use booze
To cope
As I crawl
To throw up
My last vestige
Of hope
When all around me
Is falling to shit
I let my stomach hurt
And my sides split
Because I know whatever
Is in my path
Is best to be greeted
With a fucking laugh
To be honest
Most folks
Are doing
What you do
Just trying
Their best
To make
It through
So please
Don’t believe
All that
Bullshit’s true
Because, trust me,
It’s not all
About you
I remember,
Once,
He asked me
How I cope
With all these trials
I just use the darkest
Of humours,
I said,
Along with
The wryest of smiles
In an
Attempt
To convince
Herself
That it really
Was ok
She sat down
With the required
Amount
To eat
Her feelings
Away
So much the same
Between me and you
But it’s okay
I’ve buried it too
The problem
With hiding
Is finding
Myself
What would you like
For Christmas he asked
His smile
A million miles wide
I just need the strength
To carry on
She wholeheartedly replied
I don’t know if I
Can see this through
As it’s all so empty
Without you
It took me a while
To realise it
However, it seems,
I’m built for this shit
Some days
I feel ok
And how I present
Is true
But on other days
This deep malaise
Makes faking it
Too hard to do
Here again
Drunk on wine
Dulling the pain
I feel inside
By staring deep
Into your eyes
Trying not to weep
While part of me dies
Now I can take
Longer strokes
And can draw
Bigger breaths
Perhaps one day
I’ll swim away
And escape
These murky depths
(Compass)ion
It must
be so easy
for you
Loving
your life
as you do
But spare a
thought for
the likes of me
Who drown
in a sea of
melancholy
(Originally Posted 23.02.2020)
You can stop
Telling me
That it helps
To talk about
This shit
As you have
No notion
Of why
I’ve chosen
To keep
A lid on it
The Shrink
The
pain
is
buried
so
deep
She
said
I
don’t
think
it’ll
ever
re-surface
Then
we
should
leave
it
where
it is
He
said
Breaking
your
heart
(again)
isn’t
worth
it
(Originally Posted 21.02.2020)
We hate it
They say
When you act that way
Hurting yourself
Really saddens us
If only
I say
There was another way
As this is hardly
Fucking glamorous
Unsafe Thoughts
Please,
take
away
my
knives
And put
those
razors
in the
bin
For
the
urge
to cut
is rising
To
bleed
out the
pain
within
(Originally Posted 09.01.2020)
I found a way
In the end
I put them all in the bin
Now I only wince
If I catch a glimpse
Of those that I keep within
I Can’t Wait
I can’t
wait for
the day
When I
no longer
wince
At
every
glimpse
Of
your
photo
(Originally Posted 07.01.2020)
It started off
Innocently enough
But the problem was
It worked
The desire then grew
And deep down I knew
How I’d forever quench
My thirst
‘Slash & Burn’
Skin somewhat healing
And yet I’m still reeling
As my heart slowly withers
Is there a more appealing
Way to cope with this feeling
Other than with a pair of scissors?
(Originally Posted 15.12.2020)
It would not be
That unusual for me
To view my own mental health
As simply cliché
And to explain it away
As just feeling sorry for myself
The Gloom
Does it
follow me
Or do I
chase it
Either way
around
It’s still
pretty shit
(Originally Posted 30.10.2019)
I’ve picked up a few
Tips and tricks
Over the years
That I’ve been hurting
And although some work
My demons still lurk
So I’m never too far away
From reverting
Harm Reduction
I’ve been
trying
so hard
to break
this chain
So I’ve
drawn on
my arms
with Biro
again
At least,
this time,
it’s just
a token
And my
skin,
for now,
remains
unbroken
(Originally Posted 24.10.2019)
It started out quite innocently
When I was just a kid
I used to pull my hair out
To stop me flipping my lid
But then as I grew older
Things took a darker turn
A wee nick here
A wee cut there
Sometimes even a burn
It’s not something I’m proud of
Or something anyone should aspire to do
But I can’t deny
That down the line
It’s those things that got me through
Thoughts #4
Sliced wide open again
For all the world to see
If only there was
Another way
To let the poison free
(Originally Posted 07.10.2021)
To be fair
If you did
I wouldn’t need
To confess
As it radiates
From me
Like stale beer
And cigarettes
Emptiness
At one time
perhaps
I would have
said yes
But the
desire now
I no longer
possess
Should you
ever try
your love
to profess
To this
emptiness
inside I
would confess
(Originally Posted 01.10.2019)
I’d love to say
That two years on
That I have cleaned up my act
But from what I suffered
My body never recovered
And my mind will always be cracked
Old Habits
As my
veins
drip
with
chip
fat
And
my
lungs
marinate
in
tar
I
wonder
if,
perhaps
this
time,
I’ve
taken
things
too
far
(Originally Posted 28.09.2020)
I went out a lot
In twenty nineteen
To live,
To laugh,
And to everything in-between
The Shot Glass
Drink,
drink,
and drink
again.
You know
that I’m
your only
friend.
(Originally Posted 25.09.2019)
Once, I thought
I had no choice
But my innermost feeling to hide
But now I know
That given room to grow
I can wear my scars with pride
Another Notch
A
little
nick
here
A
little
cut
there
It
doesn’t
hurt
anymore
Not
that
I’d
care…
(Originally Posted 19.09.2019)
I couldn’t begin tell you
How true this one still is
As even now I spend each morning
Screaming into the abyss
#7 The Banshee
After all the wailing
And gnashing of teeth
There’s no point in being violent
From now on
With my spirit long gone
All my screams will be silent
(Originally Posted 02.09.2021)
There are other ways
To deal with pain
Instead of creating your own,
Again
Scissors
It’s time
to put you
back in
your box
To fasten
the lid
and change
the locks
I cannot
continue
down this
path
For if I
do there
is no way
back
(Originally Posted 21.08.2019)
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