Harming - Poem
A poem about harming yourself is what you know... but what you don't know is that you harm others. Based off the fact that I have came clean about cutting myself, and now I've been cut free for three days now.
When I feel the blade run down my skin,
I know I have let my inner-demons win.
When I find myself drinking away all my pain,
I know that suffering made me no longer sane.
When I am inhaling the smell of nicotine smoke,
I know I no longer can fix something that broke.
When I am taking the pills that could end me,
I know what I am failing to visualize and see.
When I wound myself by burning skin deep,
I know that my sins won't ever go to sleep.
But when I hurt the ones that I love...
I fail to see something that God can see above.
I know I have let my inner-demons win.
When I find myself drinking away all my pain,
I know that suffering made me no longer sane.
When I am inhaling the smell of nicotine smoke,
I know I no longer can fix something that broke.
When I am taking the pills that could end me,
I know what I am failing to visualize and see.
When I wound myself by burning skin deep,
I know that my sins won't ever go to sleep.
But when I hurt the ones that I love...
I fail to see something that God can see above.
8 Comments
Wow. Simply breath taking. I have a deep connection with this. It's so beautiful.
thank you, this came from the heart, so it means a lot that your feedback is so positive. :)
Oh it was really no problem. I can see that it came from deep in your heart. I haven't cut for 3 months, but I know what it feels like. It truly is wonderful.
This poem was just so... freaking amazing
It's going on my favs
This is truly talent you have.
thank you, i really appreciate your positive feedback :)
this is amazing. you are a great poet :)
thank you, i've actually gotten published in several poetry contests.
This was when I admitted to cutting myself. Writing has been a haven.