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...
Because my mom checks my wrists and thighs. My friend hugged me really tight and I winced, telling her I had a bruise. Which, is kinda true, they are bruised. But she saw them and she's still mad at me. I feel bad cuz I can see how much it hurts her. Why am I so ****** weak?
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....
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...
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
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...
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...
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...
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...
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
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...
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...
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...
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...
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.
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.
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...
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...
"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...
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
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...
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...
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’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...
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...
for me. I don't see it as bad; more of a cleansing. It just feels holy for me to do this. When the blade scratches my torso open, I feel a sense of reprieve. It's like I'm a devout follower of some ritual that I justify in my own terms. Anyone finds out, I blame it on the cat.