Self-Inflicted Gunshot Wounds

I’ve got scars that cover my skin

Thoughts that feel like a sin

I get pleasure from an old rusted razor

Thoughts that go silent as it pierces my vein

Got this self-inflicted gunshot wound

Pain that won’t seem to go away

I almost didn’t live to see another day

I’m battered and bruised

So broken and used

They say I’m insane

That I’m too far gone

They say that I’m too far in the past

And that I won’t last

They think they know me so well

But they don’t know me at all

I’m lost with nowhere to run

I know that I am shunned

And no one approves of what I’ve done

This poem was written for an ex of mine who shot himself three times. (He survived, thankfully.) It tells the story of a young man who self-harms and is suicidal. He feels like no one understands him and he knows that he knows that they don’t approve of him doing the things he has done.