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Stella Apr 2018
The scars on my body,
Are my own.
No one else can see,
No one else can know,
No one else can care.
The things I do to my body,
Are my ***** little
Guilty pleasures.
I can’t get enough of the rush,
I can’t get the image of my blood spilling out
I can’t get the blade to fall.
I need to feel the sting,
I need to feel the pain,
I need to feel something.
I am addicted…
To the blade on my skin,
Cutting into my skin,
Waiting for the crimson lines to appear.
I am addicted,
To the feeling of retribution.
I know I deserve it,
I deserve every cut inflicted,
Every burn I administer
I deserve all the pain I give myself.
I know I am nothing,
I know all I bring is pain,
I know no one will ever see me for who I am.
All I can do is hope,
That one day I can get help,
That one day someone will care,
That one day,
I will be in recovery.
Until that day,
All I know is
I have to keep
Cutting.
So... yeah. Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it.
Nayana Nair Mar 2018
I do not draw you.
But my memory of you.
A time in my life,
the moment lost.
With only a memory left behind
that withers everyday.
I do not draw you
to preserves you,
who lives well off
in a warm home
in a cold country.
But I draw you
who lit my mind,
and froze my heart in an eternal hope
The only you I could ever love,
yet never love.
The one who burns my life
one day a time.
The one who I must forget.
Jellyfish Dec 2017
I want to hold on to you,
even if it burns me.
I want to be next to you,
despite how you've hurt me.
I hate not talking to you.
Anomaly Dec 2017
To the great observers
He is mister bright fellow
His nature is to be with nature
Showing his vibrant shades of warm
Many would say he is yellow

But his fuel is to steal oxygen
His habit is to leave the floor charcoal
And make the trees blame themselves for the ash

He comes and goes so quick
That only the one that suffered would know of his acts.
AD Snail Nov 2017
Skin charred,
As the flame got to close,
Your flesh was not prepared,
For the intense heat.

She takes another step,
Blindly burning brightly.
Expecting you to latch onto her back.

She touched you,
Intoxicated by the feel of touch.

The flame that surrounds her always,
Stretches onto your own body,
Consuming you and leaving you boiling and aching.

Her needy touch is a flame,
And she mistook you for a moth
Alyssa Gregory Oct 2017
Some people believe that breathing is not a choice but in reality it's your choice to stay or go. Cuts run along her arms she blames a cat every time she cries herself to sleep from the **** of her father or the beating from her mother. Her school torments her over and over again until at last, she tries to use a moose and she takes her last breath and slam goes the chair... so sad world another mistake of others. Society is killing beaten a bruised people, just to make people raise themselves up until BAM another life is taken...
~A.E.G
Tbh this was something that was on the top of my head, so it's not about someone
AD Snail Oct 2017
Scorched flesh,
So inflamed and infected,
Fresh damage to self.

Flames dance after thee,
As you break away.
Your in dire need for a rescue,
But hate to complain.

Burns meet silence,
As cream heals all but the screams.

They set your insides aflame,
Everything physically a crisp,
As you mentally try to breath.
Love is a flame that burns any heart it touches.
Love can be beautiful but it comes with the sharpest thorn's you'll find.
Love is a pain not even a painkiller will fix.
Love is a killer that keeps killing day and night
I wrote this because I see that this is the one thing keeps killing over and over. It leaves you feeling all kind of dark emotion's.
Poetic T Jul 2017
Wax is like blood seeping
from the core of my being.

Dare I cut deep within the
crimson till it weeps deeply.

The flame gouges on the body,
gouging on its flavours.

Tears descend until the body is
but pools of what lingered before.
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