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Self Harm
Fires ablaze within my heart,
a smile consealing all my lies,
screaming, begging, calling out,
a final, frantic, desperate shout.
Scarlet tears drip from each vein,
a vehement covet to end this pain,
this silver blade stays by my side,
because all hope inside has died.
im tempted when he calles my name,
a way out, an escape, an end to shame,
to make it feel a lot less real,
a deal with the devil, in blood must i seal.
They'll say i died of suicide,
but no one knows how much they've lied,
it wasnt a rope, a blade, or pills,
that broke my soul, and gave me chills.
i died inside so long before,
to live each day, an endless chore,
pills could not kill, what was already dead,
a twisted soul, an empty head.
in darkness i wait, in silence, alone,
rose-tintednostalgia, all around me has grown,
i beckon the devil with the key of self harm,
and i open the door for him, with the blood of my arm...
poem
by
Alicia Tschantre
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