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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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....
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...
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...
"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...
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.
my husband has bipolar II and has a history of cutting himself, sometimes all the way to the bone.
He had stopped for about 2 years but recently I've noticed cuts on his arm again and I'm worried. I know this is his struggle but does anyone have any helpful advice for how I...
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
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...
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 like the sight of my own blood, I like to know that I'm only numb inside, to defy my parents as in when my parents anger me, which they do often, I cut to make myself feel like they can't control what I do, to do things I know would **** them off. My mom probably...
now is mutilate my thigh till it's nothing but a bloody mess. I'm not going to though because really should be stopping. I don't want to, but I know it's bad. Plus my back's already causing me enough pain as it is.
so much trouble for it
my mom has sent me away plenty of times to mental hospitals but to her i haven't cut in 4ever to me i cut all the time in different spots. spots she don't look and i use a lot of things razors,pencils,succors, even more things things i just find laying...
Sometimes when I'm not constantly insulting myself, I think...what's it like being normal?
What's it like to look in the mirror and not hate what's looking back?
What's it like to have a lot of friends and a boyfriend and just a good social life?
What's it like not to be hated...
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
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...
terrible acting I find myself relating to it because the dad is too worried that others will find out and the mother is too worried of what other will think of her. Neither of them really ever try to consider what they're daughter is going through. They make it entirely about...
I just can't seem to stop, and I don't really want to anyways. I need it to make it through the day. No one in my life even suspects that I could do this to myself. They all think I'm this happy little girl. I wish they could see past that, but whatever. It's better for them to...
and a blade in the other, I'm just so angry and upset the only thing that makes sense to me is that I take it out on myself. Yeah I'm being stupid I get it you don't need to tell me I'm pathetic I know I am. It hurts and I've got blood all over my bed covers now but I don't care...
so hard to keep picking yourself bk up and brushing yourself of and saying try again this time it won't happen. I'm so tierd of fighting everyday of my life to get some sort of relief no one knows the pain I've been through even my parents don't care.
I started to self injury...