Little Boy: Are you an angel?
Little Boy: My mum told me that those who have marked wrists are angels.
Me: I'm not an angel
Little Boy: Of course you are. Mum said that only angels harm themselves because they don't like life on Earth. This world is destroying them...
before work. right near my elbow. and on my wrist the night before. i was wearing a jacket. i just felt so nauseated having anything touching the cuts. anybody else ever feel like that? i also used hydrogen peroxide to clean them. probably not a good idea. :p
You cover your arms
In painful art
I know you're hurt
I'm here to help
Your screams were unheard
But there was something I felt
Your words touched me
Your cries worried me
I'll hold your hand
I'll always be here
I want to see you smile
and counting; I mean, yes I still struggle with temptations to harm myself because the urges will always be there but I'm trying my best to overcome selfharm and give others hope that, they too can do it and overcome it no matter what... It just requires time to go back and love...
Shut your eyes tight,
Tell yourself it's all alright.
Clench your fists in till they feel as if they could burst,
You remember the time you had to do this first.
You're eyes soon reach their fill,
Soon after you're tears begin to spill.
Brace yourself for what's yet to come...
because they didn't feel emotions and they needed to feel something so they used physical pain.
However for me it was completely different. I felt way too many emotions at once where my whole body ached and my head throbbed from tears. The only way for those strong emotions...
because you cut yourself your stupid and selfish... that's not true I cut because I need to feel the pain. I need to have relief. Maybe I'm suicidal maybe I just want somebody to feel my pain. Maybe it's a cry for help. but it's not because I'm stupid or selfish it's my way of...
Just one more cut to feel okay.
Just one more cut to ease the pain.
Just one more cut to disappearing.
Just one more cut to calm me down.
Just one more cut to not feel numb.
Just one more cut to keep a secret.
Just one more cut to hide myself away.
Just one more cut to...
When I see the scars on my body I think, "What have I done?". I think of I have to always wear bracelets. Or that people will judge me if they see. Will anyone love me? I'm so broken. 3 months clean, but I'm scared of triggers.
cut after scars have progressed healing? They're in places I only see so the scabs are all just for me but... when I notice them turning white or fading I just get so angry and lash out at myself again to start this ridiculous cycle over(?) I don't get it myself, sorry.
I went further than ever. I've never been so deep at so many places, and I'm scared. The cuts on my thighs are almost black with depth and dried blood. I've cleaned them, but they still burn as hell.
I just want to escape my body right now. I want to fall asleep and not wake up...
Almost two years ago I fell into serious depression. I was crying myself to sleep every other night and I believed that no one cared for me. Not too many people know what it feels like when not a single soul gives a damn about you. Doesn't feel very good ... I had extremely...
and I stopped at McDonalds to get a smoothie, I went through the drive through and when I reached out to grab my smoothie from the guy he must have seen my cuts because he hesitated, then said, "you don't know me, but can you promise me you won't cut tonight?" and I could feel...
If they knew someone who cuts they would say that we are attention seekers or we're creepy or just in a growing up stage where teenagers are just confused. Like really?? If we want attention, we wouldn't hide when we cut, or if this is like some part of growing up we wouldn't be...
"People always want to know what it feels like, so I’ll tell you: there’s a sting when you first slice, and then your heart speeds up when you see the blood, because you know you’ve done something you shouldn’t have, and yet you’ve gotten away with it. Then you sort of...
I'm not in the habit of blaming others for my actions but......she made me do it. I was on a road to recovery and she made me take an unexpected left turn. I was making my way through hell. I was sad but I was hopeful. I'm trying to stay calm. She brings out the worst in me. My...
why I cut, but I can't make them understand. I don't think they really want to either. Honestly I'm glad that I started it. I don't regret it.They're right it's not a good habit to do but instead of me killing myself I cut.I let that be the strength for me to hold on. Cutting is...
as a reminder for you to stay strong. Today I celebrate 1year going without self harm. I've had the thought to along with suicidal thoughts and still do. I've been through a lot trough out my life. Message me if you need someone to talk to or comfort you. I will never judge you...
i wrote this poem thinking it would help me. i wrote it 89 days ago. it's helped me a lot. maybe it can help other people too. stay clean, you don't deserve the hurt, head up <3
just put down that blade,
looking down, watching your cuts bleed.
tears slowly well up in your...
I'm so annoying. I'm expendable to all my friends. In my darkest hour everyone leaves me.
The razor offered sanctity, if only for a few seconds. But I dragged the time out, going deeper, turning the single cut into a gaping hole until I'd been working on the cut for half an hour...
When you notice that she smiles
When you notice she laughs
You take one more look
Into her beautiful eyes.
Then you look down
At her wrist.
You tell her and her
Instantly turn into horror.
She says I'm sorry.
You’re beautiful. I may not know you, but I do know that you were brought into the world for a reason. Nothing can change that. You have strengths people admire you for. Your smile makes other people smile. You’re a unique individual. Smart, talented, kind hearted...
that nobody saw
He was most artistic late at night
In the bathroom out of sight
He kept a secret no one knew
He didn't tell a soul and his gallery grew
His drawings were different
No paper or pen
But needed a bandage now and again
We stood by the river under the stars
I caved in to the only thing that brings instant relief. I actually went out to the store, 11 pm and 45 degrees JUST TO BUY razor blades. I thought this would give me time to change my mind, ya know so I'm not slicing into my skin in the heat of the moment.
I came home and cut...
I cut my self....
Its like a drug..
it gets you to a place of peace..
a place where you don't think about you're problems..
a place where you think of the future..
a fealing of numness....
a fealing of no fealing....
but most of all it gets you away from youre self....
Self Harm Survey1 How old were you when you started self-harming?Younger than 44-56-78-910-1112-1314-1515-1616-1718-1920-21Older than 212 How often do you self-harmMore than once a dayOnce a daySeveral times a weekOnce a weekTwo or more times a monthOnce a monthSeveral...
Drip. Drip.The water is clear.And now it’s red.She’s all alone.Now she’s dead.Drip. Drip.Covered in blood.There’s no skin left.See her bones?Look, she’s dead.Drip. Drip.She starved herself.She always bled.She’s beautiful.But she’s dead.Drip. Drip.She’s so young.So...
She paints a pretty picture
but this picture has a twist
you see.. her paintbrush is a razor
and her canvas is her wrist
she paints her pretty picture
in a color thats blood red
while using her sharp painbrush
she ends up finally dead
her pretty pictures fading