Emo Poem

Going From Happy And Joyful To Self-Harm

When I was little, I lost my dad, and my mom was never there, so I started to self-harm, and this poem kind of symbolizes what I went through. Well, not just me but a lot of people.

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I also do the same thing. I'm always in my room, on my bed lying. But I don't cry. A lot of the time I'm tired of crying, and I don't stay in the dark because I'm afraid of dark, but I am...

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Suicidal

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Published: December 2016

Children used to laugh
and play,
but then the joy
faded away.

They laid down their
pencils and pens
and picked up a razor
and slit their skin.

Parents don't notice,
some don't care.
If only they had
someone there

to help them out,
to hold them dear,
to wipe away
all their tears.

To tell them it's
all ok,
that there is nothing
left to fear.

Yet they sit alone in a
dark, dreary room where
no one can hear their
screams and cries for help.

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  • K_j_heart by K_j_heart
  • 2 years ago

I have very bad depression due to me getting abandoned and other things. And I always stay in my room and sometimes in the dark and cry. I haven't met anyone who goes through the same.

  • Lonely1 by Lonely1
  • 2 years ago

I also do the same thing. I'm always in my room, on my bed lying. But I don't cry. A lot of the time I'm tired of crying, and I don't stay in the dark because I'm afraid of dark, but I am starting to like the color black. I don’t really know if I'm depressed. I just know I feel the same, and you're not alone. I have a hard time eating. I usually eat once a day. I don't eat sweets like used to before. I have a hard time socializing. I hate crowds, and I have low self-esteem. I also hate myself. I lost a friend without knowing the reason, and my mind is going crazy. I just see everything around me. I sometimes feel like I'm always wrong, I do nothing right, and I'm not good enough. You're not alone. There are people like you and me that feel the same. We may not know them, but they're there.

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