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...
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...
!! I get messages from people that must have read my old experiences. Which make them think I still cut. Happily I don't anymore!!!! But to all that did message me because they think I do!!! THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT!!!!
and i cant stop
i really can't tell if it's from fear or from depression
my blade isn't to far away
My wrist kinda itch
i feel tired
tired of everything
tired of the Arguements
im done i think it's finally been done
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...
after three months... It'll probably take three more months before they're white... But hey that's progress. I'm proud to say there aren't any new ones tarnishing my skin. This is good. This is great. I thank God.
I don't feel sadness.
I feel the satisfaction of deserving it a way of punishing myself for looking the way I do.
Being the person I am.
For making people see me, just by going to school, I hate having such punishment on those people.
Cutting is my escape.
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...
running from their freshly cut mouths... cut.cut..cut... "honey are you okay?" tears slide down your face while the door handle slightly jiggling.... "I'm fine just watching a sad video don't want you to see me crying" as you quickly put your blades away and clean up the blood...
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...
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
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...
pre-teen. You think it feels strange and not right and promise yourself you won't do it again. About a month later, you decide to give it another try. It feels exhilirating. You love it. You do it some more. A few slits on each wrist a couple times a week. Things get harder. You...
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 know I can't because my family is constantly checking my arms, but they don't know about my thighs. I kind of miss it. If I'm feeling really down and i can't calm down i just take the blade and make a few
. yea right. about 3 percent do... Im out of the 3 percent.... horrible childhood and still horrible now. You were suppose to die at birth i keep telling myself. Im going to be completely honest.
Im a very bad self-harmer... like one of the worst ones. I cant survive about 3...
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...
after I got in a huge arguement that got really heated... it just reminded me of how worthless i really am. and I had been clean for weeks better than I had ever done but I ****** it up like everything else
wish i could just flick the lights off
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...
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 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 thought I beat it, and I had moved on to a better chapter in my life. Oh how wrong I was. I relapsed once again. It had been a month or so since my last "accident" and I really thought I won. But it's almost like cutting is a part of who I am now... I can't run away from...
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...
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...
though I'm not entirely sure yet, I knows doctor talked to her about some stuff but I don't know how much of it she said... Still the first thing she said when we left the doctors office was; "did you just need to make me aware of yourself, get my attention?"
I'm still shocked...
that I cut, I felt so sad and frustrated. I didn't feel like a weight just dropped off my shoulders bit instead it felt like more was piled on. I felt this way for 3 month. One day I decided that I couldn't take it anymore. I cut. I.felt so relieved after that. I want to control...
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
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...
more than people could. That I find myself cutting deep enough that blood is on my finger tips. I never thought I'd cut hateful words in to my skin. I never thought that I'd do this... But I did. And I do.
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...