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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
loose 1 your fine your body don't suffer at all, loose 2 your body goes Into shock, loose 3 you die, you're not going to loose 3 pints of blood from a cut on you're arm that is a little deep and hasn't penetrated any major veins or arteries, so don't worry about me or get scared...
"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 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...
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...
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...
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...
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.
why a 46 year old guy would join this group.
As a teen I had (probably still do) a mass of tangled emotions with no way to let them out. The pain inside was too great.
One day while drinking I put a cigarette out in the palm of my hand and discovered that the combination of...
I don't know who you are or what struggles you have, but you are human. You have a soul, you have a conscience, you have feelings and I love you. I think you are beautiful inside and out, I think you are good enough, I believe in you even it you think no one else does.
the pic, but I was tumblr surfing and ended up on this guy at my school's page. My best friend always tells me how much of a jerk he is, but I found this post reblogged on his page next to a post he reblogged about a girl with cancer wanting to meet Ellen and some other things...
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....
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
What pushed me over the edge was the weight of the world on me. I just couldn't take it anymore. I'm gonna eventually be homeless and I JUST lost my job plus a **** ton of other things. And yes this was a suicide attempt. Had the bathtub ready with warm water and I was sitter...
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...
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 broke one of my newer razors today to use, and I did. I forgot what it was like to have a new blade. There was so much blood. my old blade barely brought blood ever. I feel bad for it, but I'm glad I have a newer blade to use, it works so well. :/
They told me that they cared, and that they loved me. But after knowing the truth, knowing how much they had lied, it hurts me even more and now I just can't stop. She's the reason why I stopped, but she's also the reason why I have a relapse.