#survive poems on Hello Poetry

gia-marie May 2019

c u t

the first time, it was cold.
a dark November night.
what else was I to resort to?
there was nothing.
my mind fuzzy.
my vision blurry.
I reached for the slick piece of metal.
the sharp object that would soon be my saving grace.
the answer to my questions.
the right to my wrongs.
it felt better just to drag it across my thigh at first.
feel the scratching of the metal across my untouched skin.
to barely leave a mark but still feel the pain was my intention.
but soon it turned into more.
six lines in a row everyday over my beautiful skin.
a punishment for the things I thought I had done wrong.
soon my untouched skin turned into a scarred masterpiece.
something so horrible...
but yet so beautiful.
something I hated...
but yet was so proud of.
but nobody was supposed to know of my masterpiece.
it was supposed to be the secret between me and my demons.
the ones I fought everyday.
the ones I still fight to this day.
and finally I let the secret out.
<3

** TRIGGER WARNING **
I just wanna say that this is not me telling everyone for the first time that I self harm. I have already gone through rehab, been to the mental hospital and I am on the road to recovery. this is to show people they are not alone. much love,
g.

#survive #trigger #love #razor #bleed

Lavender Menace May 2019

A Burning Picture On The Wall

friendship can burn like an old picture on the wall. it tries so hard to stay, just like its always been, nostalgic screaming soon wears thin. it tries so hard to not fall apart, destined to burn from the very start. it tries so hard to pretend that everything´s okay, yet the edges start to fray. it tries and tries and tries and tries. but, the edges are crumbling in on the plummeting colors, that was once me, once you once her, once friends. the flames are licking the back of the paper ripping a beautiful hole between the three of us, my friends. and that´s when it had to come to an end.

camp kallie and hope pools are dead.

#i #will #survive

Anastasia May 2019

Water

Water rushes down from the fall, cool and clear.
I drink my fill, hoping to forget.
Hoping to forget you.
I don’t want to, but I have to.
If I want to make it.
If I want to survive.
I sit down under the water, letting it rush over my skin.
The water pools down and flows across the stream.
My memories of you are already fading,
Your smile. Your laugh. Your eyes.
They simply fade.
I calm down as my mind get clearer and clearer.
I have to do this.
The water pounds against my skull, but the sound is soothing.
It fades more quickly.
From when I first met you, when you spoke to me for the first time.
When I left for a long time, and when I found you there, waiting for me.
“I have to do this.” I told myself.
But the tears running down my face told my brain otherwise.
They blended with the water and surrounded me.
Then, you were gone.
Just like that.
You were gone.

like a fountain of youth, but itstead of extending your mortality, it simply soothes it.

#water #fading #forget #you #love #survive #brokenmind

Gale L Mccoy May 2019

when green light floods in

is it trust or negligence
to move forward when lights blind
to believe
/there is road ahead
/you'll survive the fall
/impact will be swift

#lights #trust #neglect #road #fall #survive

Rachiel May 2019

60 MINUTES!!!

Some days smiling is difficult.
Some days laughing is a chore.
Some days getting through is painful.
Some days loving oneself is impossible.
Those "SOME DAYS" are the survival game,
Breathe and believe "This shall pass soon"
Give yourself 60 minutes of happiness and gratitude on that specific "SOME DAY"!!!

For anyone battling the war of self-hate, depression, anxiety, loss of hope; its not the end. If the end is bad, its NEVER the end!!! You are a survivor, don't let it get to you, fight for yourself.
Inspired by someone so special to me who is going through a hard time.

#survive #battlethosedemons

Mystic Ink Plus Apr 2019

Ghostwriting

If you can't find
Yourself
In those lines
It's a lie

Here, you survive
As reflection
Being
A story

Genre: Autobiography
Theme: Everything that touches our life, worth to get inked

#nepal #ghostwriting #story #memory #moment #survive #eternity #ink