I need you
To be nice to me
But also
A little rough too
Because after today
To keep the wolves at bay
Only both of those
Will do
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I need you
To be nice to me
But also
A little rough too
Because after today
To keep the wolves at bay
Only both of those
Will do
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
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
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
My five year anniversary,
Today
And still those feelings
Haven’t gone away
I wouldn’t expect you
To understand
Your skin acts
As a protective layer
But mine is a seal
To be broken
For discharging misery
And despair
Scenes Some Viewers May Find Upsetting
It’s
not
self harming
It’s
self
soothing
(Originally Posted 10.02.2020)
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)
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)
It’s been nearly three weeks now
That I’ve been off the booze
Choosing to cope instead
With the pain in my head
By getting some new tattoos
Therapy?
No
matter
what
the
guidelines
say
Or
how
many
braincells
may be
lost
I’ll
slay
my
dragons
my way,
thanks
And
live
with
whatever
the
cost
(Originally Posted 05.10.2020)
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)
As my cuts bleed
I beg and plead
That this pain
Will be my last
Internal Bleeding
Words
can’t
explain
This
eternal
ache
It
hurts
so much
When
I’m
awake
(Originally Posted 17.05.2020)
Upon my skin
Those scars abound
A better release
I’ve never found
Precision
Just be
careful
not to
slip
Not one
ounce of
blood to
drip
For you
do not want
them to
see
Just how
messed
up you
can be
(Originally Posted 27.04.2020)
They are all just scars,
Inked or otherwise.
I don’t have to say it
You already know what I mean
Let’s to go to bed
To forget that he’s dead
And everything else in between
Let’s just stop being coy
And jump right into bed
For in there we can both enjoy
A very different game instead
It’s the feel
The sizzle
The smell
The burn
The sweet release of everything
And owing nothing in return
Words don’t cut it
Anymore
So it’s back to the knives
Instead
I really thought
I was over this
But the trauma demon
Has to be fed
Skin somewhat healing
Yet I’m still left reeling
As my heart slowly withers
Is there a more appealing
Way of coping with this feeling
Other than by using scissors?
In the time it took
To load the gun
He realised how
His demons won
Sitting
here
with
nothing
to doAnd
yet my
mind is
crowdedThis
is when
things
go wrongWhen my
judgement
becomes
clouded
At
least
I don’t
feel pain
anymore
As my
insides
spill
to the
floor
If
I had
never
gone
down
this
pathIt
wouldn’t
hurt
so
much
in the
bath
I
really
only
write
What
everyone
else is
thinking
I just
do what
comes
naturally
And
without
even
flinching
The
cut
on
my
wrist
Has
now
healed
As
I was
told
not
to
pick
it
The
delicate
skin
Is
now
sealed
So
I’ll
try
not
to
nick
it
Again
One
day
I’ll
wake
up
And
I won’t
feel
this
strong
So
you’ll
find
me
Drowned
in the
river
And
back
where
I belong
And
then
it
hits
Like
a ton
of
bricks
And
I don’t
feel a
thing
Just be
careful
not to
slip
Not one
ounce of
blood to
drip
For you
don’t want
them to
see
Just how
messed
up you
can be
As I
open
up my
scars
The
blood
flows
once
more
As I
begin
to see
stars
I fall,
sated,
to the
floor
No amount
of blood,
sweat and
tearsWill ever
be enough
to assuage
these fearsBelieve
meI’ve
tried