that I deserve pain. Because you taught me that the only legitimate way to feel is physical pain. Because you taught me that the only feelings I'm allowed are pain, self doubt, and worthlessness.
"Don't smile; you'll ruin the picture"
I love cutting I adore it nothing turns me on more then grabbing a knife and do some deep cuts in my arm or my legs and I love it when I take things further and get hospitalised for it, I'll explain more in another story
when you say you cut yourself using a staple. They start to look around as if they're realizing for the first time that this world is so full of sharp edges that they can't possibly hope to save you from.
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...
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...
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...
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
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.
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...
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...
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...
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
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...
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...
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...
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
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...
backstory or part of it at least. So when my parents found out my brother cut it was like this huge family secret and we couldn't tell anyone. But no, when they found out about me cutting they ******* tell every single person they know. So my mom of course told our neighbors...
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...
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...
Crazy things like steal a blade from the dollar store on a casual family trip to pick up a pill organizer.
Stealing is wrong. I know it is but I did it. Can someone please explain to me how I STOLE SOMETHING!! How did I get here? How did I get to the point where I don't even...
She reacted surprisingly positive. It was a bit awkward, but she told me to stop being so introverted and try to be more open and positive. That I only live once and that I should enjoy my life to the fullest. And then I cried a lot and we hugged.
I have to learn to be more...
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...