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...
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...
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.
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...
and now I'm getting to the point where I just don't care I can't take this anymore I'm always getting blamed for everything because everything's my fault right.... I always do everything for my younger sisters and I get treated like crap but I guess that's what I am I'm...
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
The Rules are:
1. When you feel like you want to cut, take a marker, pen, or sharpies and draw a butterfly on your arm or hand.
2. Name the butterfly after a loved one, or someone that really wants you to get better.
3. You must let the butterfly fade naturally. NO scrubbing it...
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
and i cut myself to vent depressive emotion. so why not combine the two?
blood turns brown when it dries but when fresh, it makes lovely colors among my pencil.
"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...
for two months. But than things started to get bad again. My aunt was yelling at me more and calling names,and me and my brother hated each other. I hate coming home. My favorite Part of the day was going to school. So when I took shower I got my old blade and would cut but not...
and I don't understand why...I feel so ******* ****** up... I'm so insecure about everything...it's hard for me to breathe with out me thinking I did it wrong...I'm just kind of going thought the motions and it feels all wrong
now I really want to do it again. I hate this feeling. I hate having to tell myself I'm better than that and that people wouldn't want me too. but sometimes I feel like they wouldn't really care. right now I feel like that's the only thing that can help me. maybe I stopped being...
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
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...
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...
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...
that easy people always say why u cut that's not ok u need help well I cut bc of depression not everyone has a perfect life and it's not that easy to just stop it can take a while all my friends tell me to stop and one cuts to well u should know if u really cut its really really...
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...
before Christmas. Recently I decided to stop for good because..because I didn't want to have to explain it to new people I met. Know what I mean? I remember when I told my last boyfriend, and I felt so guilty because...when he hurt me, I would cut, and it wasn't his fault. But...
She’s emo? You’d cut too, if you’ve been through what she has. She’s anorexic? You’d be too, if everyone called you fat everyday. She’s a *****? She made one mistake that cost her, her reputation. She’s a showoff? Her parents abused her, & she’s never heard of...
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....
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...
My body may be in pain, yet my mind is at ease. I cut to feel alive. Seeing the crimson dotted line lets me know I'm still here, even if I'm only there a little. Spiders crawled inside, making themselves a home blocking out all the light I once had. Things are the worst they've...
He drew pictures that nobody saw,
He was most artistic late at night,
In the bathroom out of sight,
He kept a secret no one knew.
His drawings were different, no paper or pen,
But needed a bandage now and again.
We stood by the river under the stars,
He rolled up his...
alone and lost
I will give it up at all cost
I had made it the most
used tool in my life
I had to drop that knife
it hasn't been 3 weeks and my wrist
shouts and begs for the firts
cut in a long time
but I just suck on a lime
and act like a mime
no words but a fake...
topic and start commenting on everyone's story things like "don't give in to the urge" or "this isn't the answer" or "please don't do this to yourself". clearly they don't understand the struggle. I wish they'd all just stop.
we're trying here. we're venting. we don't need any...
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...