I Self-harm Stories of Experiences (Page 4)

She paints a pretty picture but this picture has a twist you see.. A razor is her paintbrush and her body is her canvas. She paints her pretty picture in a color that's blood red. While using her sharp paintbrush she ends up finally...

I had been clean for weeks until about a couple of hours ago and now I have cuts and bruises all over my body; forcing me to lock myself up in my bedroom. I try to make others happy before myself but they always want more and more. I...

Cutting has become an old way to please myself. The same pain, the same scar, it got boring now. I don't even feel the pain anymore. If I don't feel pain, how'd I feel alive? So, I've found a new technique. Now, I've started whipping...

Recently, after being clean for over 40 days, I relapsed again. I know that I need to stop, but it's so hard.
I remember the first time I cut myself so clearly. I just remember the feeling it gave me, but I never should have started. It...

Would like to dedicate this to anyone who cuts.

I'm not the best writer, but here's a song I wrote a couple months ago. Enjoy :)

Verse 1:
Cover those scars
They could be looking
Now put on a smile
They might be watching
You don't disappoint
You're always okay
Everyone comes to you...

I think that most self harmer goes through a time were they stop caring. And in almost a split second you can go from survival mode to the I don't even care mode. When i went through this time I felt numb, transparent, like I wasn't...

I'm scared. I really am. I go through a lot of stress, and sometimes I break down under the pressure. These last couple of months i have started to decrease my eating and sleep habits. So one night, I was really sad, and I started...

Hi there....I don't know why I'm here exactly. I just want someone who understands. My stories a long one so i won't bother you with details.
I made my first cut in summer 2011. I stopped after the first time cutting because I was...

Another fight,

Another painful night,

Another piece of a never-ending plight.

You crawl away with you tail between your legs,

A spineless coward.

Why bother anymore?

Why breathe?

Why think?

Why feel?

It's all pointless,

You...

I used to self harm, now all that's left is scars, I wish I never did it the first place.

Getting real tired of trying. I try every day and get it thrown in my face. I want to cut.. a lot. But I don't want to hurt my fiance. When will life stop throwing things at me and leave me in peace? I get one thing after another!!

I began SI in December 2012 And around January 11th 2013, I stopped. I had gone 3 months without it and a few days ago I relapsed. I feel like such a failure. I am ashamed and guilty and I cannot live with myself. I hate myself for...

I have been self harming since the age of 13. My mum became very sick, she had cancer. I was scared that she would die. I tried to stay strong but I couldn't. My dad neglected me during this time, because I was acting mature for my...

Its not that I have a shitty life. I escaped that for the most part 1 year or so ago. I crave the high. I crave seeing the blood droplets start to form. I crave seeing those pretty rubys.

I crave the relief of it all. I know if I start...

I haven't always enjoyed pain, but it's always fascinated me. Up until a few years ago, I was much too afraid of pain to explore it deeper, but one day in US history class, I used a rubber band to flick myself with, just to see what it...

There isn't a particular moment where I can pin point and say "There, that's when I became depressed." My dad would say that it was when I was fifteen and he was pounding on the door, telling me to open up and talk to him. When I opened...

Somewhere in the night, a child cries,
A mother weeps as her baby dies,
Somewhere in the night, a person screams,
Souls fade and die, lost in dreams,
Somewhere in the night a girl is scared,
Beaten by a mother that at one time cared...

There's a girl that I see
She looks just like me
Dressed in a white dress
Her hair tangled up in a mess.
Heavy bags under her eyes
Lips parted in silent goodbyes
Face holding no trace of fear
Yet eyes shining with black tears.
Ghosts...

I used to cut, but was happy. One say i just did for no reason.. I regret it, but want to do it again. If i do does it make me a bad person