Monty1770

A scar spelling names is not accidental, A few scabs on your arm could be coincidental, A jacket in summer could be covering your arm, A heartfelt expression known to you as "self harm". A red stain on your shirt could be something you spilt, A reason you're lying could be helping the guilt. A tear that is shed could be hate or regret, A scar spelling names that you'll never forget.

I can see the pain in your eyes, Something hurting deep inside, Offering a hand to hold, Your turn makes the moment cold. It hurts me to see you there, Pretending that you don't care; I might not be what you need, But I'll try to place every seed: Hope for light to find your way; Strength to see another day.I'll hold to what I know is true: That no matter what I'm here for you. No matter what it takes, A kind word, a warm embrace, Just the gift of a friend:To stay 'til the very end. I know you'd do the same, For trust is not a game. Even if I never know, I promise to not let go

Cuts Another torn spirit Another broken heart Another life without a meaning Another angel left apart Another story left unwritten Another page that's left unturned Another day that is left waiting Another bridge that you have burned Another lie that you will tell Another nightmare in the dark Another trap that you will sell Another hate-filled mark Another person gone Means just another scar Another place you don't belong Another blade dug in too far Another story told in vain Another thing to miss Another quality you're told to gain Another hope for bliss Another stab into your back Another friend is gone Another bloo

I have an addiction. It is called Self-Harm. Self-harmers enjoy cutting, burning, and mutilating themselves. The term is widely misunderstood. We dont do it for the attention, we don't do it because we want to die. We do it for the high. For the rush and the initial "Woah" of the first cut or burn. We do it because it makes us feel better. Scientifically, the release of blood pumps adrenaline and endorphins through us. Which makes us happy. But for me, drawing a razor across my skin and seeing the blood flow, is an ecstacy. I love it, and I hate it. So much. At the same time. Seeing myself bleed is a way for my emotions to be let out.

I scratch, White marks appear. As they turn red, Out pours all my anger. I smash, My head against walls. Pain soars through my body, Releasing all my mental pain. I burn, Red marks on my skin. They bring freedom, Setting me free from the fires of hell. Hurting no one but myself. Finding mental freedom from physical pain. Red, white, purple, blue. Anger, rejection, upset, pain. People say it's wrong, They look down their noses. Only making things worse, Friends leave, strangers frown. So, I can't cope with my mental pain, But i've never inflicted pain on YOU.

When you look into the mirror See that person staring back You know that it's not who you were And slowly start to crack That person has become you You can feel it in your veins The moment overtakes you And to take away your pain... You hate the person you've become But there's nothing left to do The nightmare's just beginning so You have to see it through The pain you're feeling has to end Everyone around you lied It consumes your very mortal soul It burns you deep inside... So reach for the vodka Reach for the blade Knock back yet another shot Without the lemonade Apply the pressure, break the skin You're going round

Sharper than any blade Metaphysically made The weapons of the mind Are the very worst kind Cutting through the bone Through rock and stone Fear creeps in slowly Reaping the lonely Isolation is a prison First taking vision Hallucinations take place Of what was erased It'll bleed you dry The crippling lies That which waits behind The light in your eyes But with no guide You shall surely slide Slip into a shallow grave Where you shan't be saved If only you had a hand But you can't even stand All you know is the void Inside your mind so paranoid

They hit like bullets Words sharp as flint But ten times stronger It feels like forever But I must endure longer It takes my breath away A sucker punch to the gut A left hook to the head They're just wishes Wishes I were dead It's fading to black I'm losing consciousness 'Cause I'd rather not know What this world has for me I'd really rather go There's a light at the end I'm going out of range Of what they have to say It may be lonely But it's better this way I'm lying on my face I know I should stay But I feel no one cares If I cared enough myself I could meet the stares I'm looking away Maybe the grass is greener On the other sid

I'm aching, trying so hard to watch the world spin without my sanity beginning to spin as well. I'm breaking, struggling to see my beauty without basing it off my own insecurities. Perhaps I've built myself a complex puzzle, and simply lost too many pieces. Perhaps I made my life a battle knowing I could never win. I'd rather lose myself than be lost. I'd rather stop looking both ways than be afraid. I used to fear shadows, and now, I wish to be one. I used to fear my disappearance, now I want to be gone. I'm aching. Trying so hard to watch the world spin. But unfortunately, my sanity started spinning too.