TW////// self harm

Hey, younger me

What have you done?

You grew up so fast

You shone like the sun

Hey, younger me

Where did you go?

You never came back

From the first fall of snow

Hey, younger me

Please come back soon

I miss our old days

Nights lit by the moon

Hey, younger me

You’d hate what I’ve become

I’m sorry- I’m sorry-

Do you see our blood run?

Hey, younger me

Im scared without you

The ...

The floor falls toward me

I try to block the fall

But I fail

My head hits the table.

I try to stand up

My legs fall away.

He laughs,

I hear a scream.

My close cropped hair,

Scar freckled body,

Overgrown muscles,

Various tattoos

I match him.

He also has scars

And muscles

And tattoos

The difference is,

It’s his foot

And my ribs

It’s not his pain.

The problem is, I don’t know,

Yet I ask a thous...

When does a man become a monster?

A man that hurts you with his words

With his hands

Roams free

A man your afraid of

A man that cheats

Is still human

A man that leaves bruises

A man that makes you feel your worst

Moves on like normal

He is not a monster to everybody

So when does a man become a monster?...

When does a man become a monster?

Is it when he first tastes the apple of sin, or when he plants the seeds of that fruit in the earth?

When he contaminates the very ground he walks upon, is it then that scales form on his flesh?

When he can't scrape the blood from beneath his fingernails, is it then that the horns grow upon his head?

Does a man truly become a monster?

Or was the ground alread...

every day repeats itself

like a book on the shelf

that i keep rereading

yearning for an answer

to my undying desire

the more i reach the more i end up bleeding

if i stain your hands red,

would it make you want them instead?

i don’t want to see you leaving

my bones are broken and sharp

as i try to heal they only do harm

why are you already grieving?

i bandage myself up

i drink again from that...

He didn’t mean it, he was having a bad day

The source of his bad day he wouldn’t say

Silence is golden but also extremely toxic

When she spoke he would change the topic

An all consuming anger let loose habitually

Psychologically, the abuse was continuously

A circle of tournament, remaining unsquared

Waiting on an apology, which was never shared

It wouldn’t have made an ounce of a differen...

(TW: political topics)

Saw the news today.

One human being.

Dead.

Because of you.

But then..?

You?

And then who’s side

Am I on ?

Blue tears every night

Or

Red blood on the streets

Of course you are the

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guy

TWENTY YEARS OLD?

how does something like this happen?

you were only 20

and the dead guy had a family

and you probably did too

but of course violence is never the answer

...

When does a man become an angel

Is it when he loves

And Cares

And helps

Does a man become an angel

when he admits is wrong doings

And when he Helps the homeless on the street

Does Jesus make him an angel when he

stops someone from making a mistake

or opens his eyes to the lord

But some men never become angels

Some men hurt their brothers

and kill their mothers

some men would rather die than to ...

Trigger warning this poem touches on vivid pictures that could be distressing to some viewers.

The roars of arguments engulf the walls. The slamming of door and banging of floors.

The bruises on my skin the only proof of his sin. The words that escape his mouth cut deep leaving long lasting wounds .

Your sinful games as you brush your hands across my skin.

The never ending lies that wrap arou...

I’ve always had difficulty

with men who claim different stories.

Difficulty with men like you.

Because your version of robbing a bank,

includes the two of us.

And only half would be accused.

And only half walks away bruised.

But you walk away with more words to cuss

because you’re the guilty one.

I’m the one accused.

You’re the one who got away.

I’m the one abused,

because you didn’t want me to...