Self harm prose poem

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A cold, lifeless blade was pressed against chilly, tender flesh
Slowly, she presses it down, feeling the pressure on her limb
Then, there is a sudden relief as the crimson rivers and the inner trash
Comes tumbling down, red raindrops trickle across her torn skin
The stark contrast between burgundy and ivory
A sadistic wish to end the searing misery
Once and for all, yeah the world would be better without her
And yes, she believes the soul inside of her would be set free
Liberation! To venture abroad as a lonely ghost
Frowned upon and stared down by most
Children screaming, people passing out and gasping
At the translucent silhouette pacing in the dim ochre street lights
Weighed down by a leaded heart, tear-drenched makeup and the darkest night
She’s alone. By herself, as she enjoys the symphony of dead leaves rasping
Eyeballs turns and gazes fixate on this solitary spirit wandering aimlessly
Looking for a home she belongs to, someone to confide in and be friends with
Of course, that is just one of the 1000 lost starts at which people cast their wishes
But we all know that wishes don’t and never come true
And she loses herself, finds no exit, overwhelmed, crestfallen and blue
Decides to sink into depression, which morphed into a whole different form
A common name they call it—self-harm
She relished the every scar engraved on her body
It’s terrible, but it has become her hobby.
It’s so hard to fit in. People judge mercilessly without consideration
The disgust in their eyes. Ignoring her with their cringed up expressions
Not knowing they push her nearer yet to the cliff of desperation.
Falling into the endless hole, arriving at the point of no return
She dies. And they forget.

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Makaylah Downs

When I read this all I could think All I could feel was every single thing this girl felt because of the way you described her bare agony. This is so beautifully written.

Sreelatha Chakravarty

Dark and stark