Self harm

A Poem by Alucinor

Self harm.

I do.
I'm creative in my art to,
Imagine harm that invisible to the likes of you.
I no longer cut my skin,
rarely drowns my sorrow in gin.
barely yell to relive my pain,
And never smoke to keep me sane.
But i do self harm which you don't mind,
I do it often, all the time.

I see my head be torn to shreds,
i make gut filled floors and blood stained beds.
I create thoughts that make my soul feel pain,
Like jaws against concrete in the summer rain.
I have seen all my friends die,
before i could ever prepare to say good bye.
I have cut my own throat in the mirror with my mothers kitchen knife,
I heard the sound of my breath as i felt the passing of life.
Drowned my self in a lake,
Eaten glass and felt the ache.
being poisoned by a snake, And experienced my thorax being crushed and pierced
by a stake.
Eaten my fingers, Choked on my hair.

The things i imagine are fit to call despair.