Help Us

The girls that hurt ourselves for boys.

Come along now

You're alone now

The sirens break the noise

You know they're coming for you

She's Bleeding, he's leaving

Drifting away from themselves like they're

Stuck in the ocean

And she will run away

Stay awake for 40 nights and 22 days

And she will come to life

In a corridor at midnight

Screaming help, her

I don't know who she is but, she looks just like me

oh help her please, she's trying to hide the blood on her sleeves

Won't you help her?

Before she leaves

Her skin is disappearing, I can't hear her breathe

But everyone that looks like him and other guys

Walk past that screaming phantom at midnight

She returns every day

Hoping someone might change

Their mind

Screaming help, me

I don't know who I am but I'll wait to see

I just need some warm arms to carry me

Nevermind the blood on my sleeves.

Author's Note

Honestly, I've been heartbroken for days now. I'd like to know what you think of this.

Reviews

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Many people use self-harm as a coping mechanism, which actually serves the purpose of keeping themselves safe. But as your poetical write highlights, there is an expression of overwhelming emotional distress attached to this action. Seeking help is the best coping mechanism; from healthcare professional preferably, but family members can be just as supportive if given the chance. Sharing comments and seeking support through social sites (Like WC) can bring a wealth of comments from kindred spirits. Just by posting this poem is a great start... :-)

[Peggy Olson]

I really appreciate the feedback. It means quite a lot❤

[Phill Oz O'fee]

You are welcome :-)

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Read my poem oblivion I was in a dark dark place when I wrote it

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Beautiful tragic sad poignant heartbreaking crying as I read it so good

[Peggy Olson]

Oh I'm so glad you enjoyed it. I really appreciate the comment it means a lot❤❤❤

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Well hope it’s not your reality life is precious one day when u old like me you will realise 😚

[Serendipity Planet]

I think that this might describe very well how a bleeding heart would be ,

Screaming help, me
I don't know who I am but I'll wait to see
I just need some warm arms to carry me
Nevermind the blood on my sleeves.

[Vincent Triola]

I like this poem because it draws into question how we view relationships from a point of necessity and almost desperation. I especially like the way it ends on this note. I think what could improve this poem and make it more impactful would be to add meter to it. I get it that it is free verse, but sometimes free verse can actually detract from the force of the words because of the lack of meter. Great poem! Thanks.

[Peggy Olson]

Thanks for the feedback, I usually write in free verse because it's a more immersive writing experience for me but I get how it would be different for the reader. I appreciate the time you took to read and review it😊❤

[Vincent Triola]

No problem. Don't get me wrong I like it. :) I started writing free verse and continue to do so. This is just one of those rare instances when meter may make it better. Just my opinion.

[Jessica]

I really like it. It's very emotional and beautiful!

[Peggy Olson]

Thank you. I really appreciate the feedback ❤