This may be a bit too much to ask, if it is then feel free to ignore this ask, could you write me a poem about self harm?

enslavedmind:

( not too much, but if you need to talk to someone about it, feel free to message me )

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flickering flames of my cigarette lighter lick my fingertips
steel blades nick my flesh, restoring rubies on pale canvas
rubber bands snap against swollen & welted wrists.
glass shards twinkle in the moonlight between my teeth.

i am a painting of my own destruction.

a cursed image filled with horror & hate & vacant footsteps
in a hollow shell-body that i wish i didn’t live in.
i shed my skin, i break my bones, i snuff my spirit
just to be beautiful in red flesh, blue eyedrops, pink scars.

i am a sculpture of my own mad design.

just to feel the vibrations of my screaming cries to the moon
just to see the colors of the world that i can’t taste
just to hear the sounds of my own will to live snap in two
in my palms, in my head, in my mouth, in my bed.

i am a collage of desperation & emptiness.