My Thoughts On Paper

Twenty-Seventh Poem: On My Skin (Warning)

(This is one of those poems I have to put a warning. This is all about Self-harming and self-loath please be cautious when reading. I am done with the newer versions and getting into the older/darker things. I will always put up a warning for these things. Enjoy~)

Press the knife up to my skin

Slice some marks

See the red on my wrists

Then the next day

Act like I'm okay

But am I really okay?

Friends look down on me

When they see my wrists bandaged up

They hit me

And bruise me

And push me down

They call me stupid

So that night I vow

I won't ever do it again.

But I know

That I am addicted

To my own blood

Staining the floors

The pain

I feel

Feels so good when doing it yourself

You cry yourself to sleep at night

Wondering if you'll be alright

Grab the knife

It's time for another session

Running out of space to write

My beautiful story

On my skin

I hate myself

I hate my skin

I hate everything within

So might as well mark up my skin

I may have told you

But I never promised you

I am on my own

This time

Press the knife up to my skin

Slice some marks

See the red on my wrists

Feeling is bliss

I finally feel like I belong

Don't know

How long

I'll last

But I will be with God

And the angels above me

I'll come back down

To watch over you

But I cannot stay

In this world

Any longer

So I will press my knife

To my skin

And finish my ending

On my skin