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...
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...
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...
but I'm addicted… I think maybe if I had somebody I could talk to during the night, somebody to tell to put down the blade, maybe I would. But I don't have anyone and it's hard for me to stop… I just cut so much
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
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...
But people just hurt me. It takes a lot to make me cut. I just let it build up in me. Until is too much to handle. That is when that blade goes across my wrist or thigh. That the world is full of 'loveliness'.
"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...
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...
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...
unless he is with me. But i don't see him much. I am Sucidal an he knows it: why is hard to not hurt someone who actually love an are about you. I don't purposely hurt him. Its just im so weak i cant help but to cut. Its the only thing i know in mylife. Cutting an being Street...
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...
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...
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
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...
The pursuit of happiness is an interesting idea, but the problem with it is that it objectifies happiness, places happiness OUTSIDE of your SELF. That is where the problem is.
Happiness is a state of mind, such as sadness, anger, jealousy, etc. Its a way of processing thoughts...
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...
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...
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....
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.
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
in that moment, it feels good. numb. like the whole world is off your shoulders. that or I'm just a ******* phychopath that likes blood. the worst part about cutting is when you try, but fail to hide it from people.