upon her skin...

Words etched upon her skin, like a tattoo upon a heart.
Screaming at her 'FAILURE' 'FAT' and 'UGLY','FUCKED UP LITTLE TART'
Telling her she has been fucked up from the beginning .
All alone and crying in her head she can't find her way.
Metal touches skins
blade cuts the pain away
In the flow of red that gathers, with more speed travelling down her arm.
She feels her eyelids drooping, finding peace in herself at last.
The troubles of the past few years, are now faint and insignificant
Her spirit floating above the burden of the body that she once inhabited
She's going now, she's going...To place far away.
I bet you now regret telling her you wanted her dead each day.

A short poem i wrote in awareness of self harm,depression and abuse...please pass on and get the word spread...this is not right and no one from any walk of life should have to deal with it.

It would be better....

Ok so this is a poem i wrote about my friends 'self harm' problem. She said that her blade was her best friend sometimes. So i've tried to write that in aswell :)

I think it's really important people understnad she is not just crying for attettion, i mean only a few of us know...

A river of deep blood red

Running down my arm

Why can they not understand,

By this i mean no harm?

It makes me feel much better

It sorts out my head

Takes away my pain

Plauges my arm instead

I pick up the gleaming silver

Sometimes he's my best friend

I hold him to my forearm

For my hurting he will tend

Slowly he opens up my pain

I see it all run out

All the anger and the crying

No more need to scream and shout.

One day maybe i'll go to far

Maybe i'll cut to deep..

But in the end does it really matter

I'll no longer have to weep

I REALLY do not care

It would be better if i died

Everyone would be so much better off

If i were not alive