My hands are on my
lips
Drawing warmth,
draining warmth
Ice seeps from my mind
through my veins,
bruised and
scarred
from the freezing blade
that feels so warm against
my skin
I hide the scars from your
gaze; you'd never
understand
Laughing, laughing with mirth
at everything
Unable to handle, cope
with the excess
endorphines.
Author notes
Prompt: Self harm...
A contest entry
- Mental Disorders by XxTwiceDisturbedXx.
560 points, ended November 1, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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really good, i can realate to the content..i self-harmed for over 4 years but i dont anymore. really good write. good job good luck.
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Great write, I could feel the emotion through the poem. It really caught my eyes. Thanks for entering and good luck in the contest.
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