Self harm Recovery Ninjas! Share your artwork, writing, etc with us!
Sometimes the best way to deal with the urges is through creativity that can come in different forms: Writing, drawing, journaling, building things with your hands, etc. Feel free to share your creativity in this thread or create your own thread for yourself. You can even have a thread to have as your journal. I figured since I am asking you guys to share your creative side, I'd share a poem I wrote three years ago. It's pretty meaningful to me. And I can't wait to read everyone's poems, stories, and see their artwork.
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I'm stuck inside myself.
I can't tell a soul how I feel.
There's a room full of people,
but I can't even say a thing.
If people knew,
They'd say I'm crazy,
I'd be locked up.
So I can't tell anyone
about these dark thoughts
and dreams of death.
I'm stuck inside myself
until I can't withstand the pain no more.
There's no one to turn to though
and I find myself coming up empty handed.
Who do I turn to when everyone moves forward,
and all I can do is waver in the past?
I'm left alone in a crowd of hundreds.
I'm just a speck on earth,
another life decaying,
a life taking up resources.
Do I even mean anything?
Not everything makes the books.
Will I? Or will I just be forgotten along with several others?
Do I even matter?"
yay! you are half way done! [T] here is your next hint, Here you can find the ways to comfort and distract yourself with fun activities when urges arise!
okay - so I have a ton of poems -
I write as a coping skill ( really helps get my emotions out).
This poem is about leaving behind SH and allowing myself to heal.
Winters Re-Birth
I slowly put to rest each part of me I no longer need.
I have no fear for the colors are breathtaking.
I spoke in a gentle whisper, if I kept you, you would hold me back.
I embrace that part, and with a kiss, I let it leave.
It is sad for we have spent much time together, but I no longer need that part of me.
I bow my head, and with one last glance, I let if fold over and drop to the ground.
I roll my eyes to the heavens.
I stand tall and quiver with vulnerability for I am naked.
A white curtain drops from the sky and drapes itself over my shoulders; it shelters my every limb.
It is a restful time.
It softly caresses and comforts me.
It is my healing time.
I look out at this new world so silent and quiet.
The glorious moon paints streaks of blue hues across each powdered mound.
There is a solemn wind and heads bow in silent reflection.
I give thanks for no longer must I follow the roots of my mistakes.
No longer must I go where I have been and follow that which
has been unfruitful to me.
This white curtain has created a new earth for me.
I no longer must follow where my past has lead.
I now can go where there is no path and leave footprints creating my own history.
@blissedNblessed
Love it! Thanks for sharing<3
@BurningEmber
Thanks!
I have so many!!!!
I wanna share them all - but don't wanna spam the thread - lol.
Might share one more because, well, I write them and have nowhere to put them .
I love that we can put them here , I totally use poetry to get my emotions out on paper instead of my skin.
@blissedNblessed
ahha. Share away! We would love to see it all !!
Okay - swear I will not keep posting...just needed to get this out of me. Sorry :p
Oh - and TW , just saying.
Scars
Scar upon scar,
telling stories I dare not tell.
Your hands muffle my voice.
I sink into the darkness of you.
Your abyss.
The Alone.
Alone.
Always Alone.
Chains, I foreged for myself.
Keeping myself in.
Wrapping you around my throat
like some kind of suffocating blanket.
Clinging to your despair,
as if for air.
Walls.
like scars,
Brick by brick.
Build around me.
You lock me up for no one to see.
No one can hear my screams and pleas.
Untill.
One day.
The pain from my clentched hand...
has fiilled every nerve in my being -
screaming for more.
The blood that trickles down
is no longer my companion.
I have to open my bloody hand...
and with arthritic pain -
years of clentching tight,
I release.
A key.
Bloody and rusty.
But a key all the same.
I have had the key to unlock
the door that You had built ,
keeping me in with every word , action and thought.
My truth.
I reach down and grab a hold of my insides
and pour them on canvas for everyone to see;
For shame no longer belongs to me.
Take it back -
it is rightfully yours.
You live in this tower built of dirt and and stone.
But you - you get no key
for I take it with me - it is mine.
You must find your own.
You can not have me anymore.
I will not write Your story on My skin any longer.
Days, weeks, years, watsed...
" No more", I scream.
The scream no longer lands on deaf ears
but bores into your skull
like a drill into wood.
Shavings of you fall to the floor.
You may not have me anymore.
And with that, I unlock the door.
I drop the key for I no longer need it anymore.
For now,
I am FREE.
@blissedNblessed
love it. I can feel the emotion! Thanks for sharing :'D
TW
These blades they take away my pain no-one sees. The pain I hold deep inside. Oh where are you oh God? Where is the Saviour I hear about? Save me from this pain. I cry out to you and yet you do not save me. The mental pain is too much. I press the blade up to my skin feeling the cold steel up against it. I take a small cut. I feel release of emotional pain flowing out.
I'm now 8 years clean.
@happydandan
thanks for sharing.
@BurningEmber you're welcome:-)
Chaos
Chaos, chaos, driving me on
Pushing me forward
Going beyond
Need this
Need that
If only…
Bleeding
Crying
Killing
Dying
If only…
Need this
Need that
Stop!
Silence without ears
Beyond this
Beyond that
There is no fear
Enter within
You have been free
The whole time.
When you fall backwards there is always someone to catch you!
A ghostly gleam in the light
Caught a ray and winked,
Sly bastard. Its a shocking sight,
Theyd never guess, never think.
Strange beauty born of pain,
On my body you may live,
But take no more from me, I beg;
I have no more to give.
