more poems self injury related

[whathappensnext]

under the sleeve

the scars i hide

all b/c what i've felt inside

day after day

night after night

i would mark my skin

with a razor or knife

it felt so good

the blood running down my arm

it was like i had done no harm

the adriline rush

that i've felt many times before

felt so good

i couldnt help but want more

deeper and deeper

i wanted to stop

really i did

but i went on disapointing instead

i did it again and agian

soon i didnt need a reason

it just happened

like a routine that i could never stop

and now i hide the marks of what i've done

but the memories are still there

under the sleeves i wear

 

will it ever go away

and will i be able to see

my skin

the skin thats really me

the skin thats not broken nor bruised

that is shinny and smooth

will i ever have a day

where i can throw all my sweatshirts away

will i be able to....

layin the sun

and go swimming too

without someone saying "what did u do"

and will i be able to honestly say

i am ok

no one knows

especially me

i just wanna be free

so fo now i'll wear

my sweatshirts and jeans

and hope for the day i can be me.

[Stu147]

Your poem illustrates this scenario so well. Anyone who has walked this walk will hear your words loud and clear. Well written, good work.

[whathappensnext]

thank you.i think alot of ppl on here will realte to my poems