Right now I'm two weeks clean and trying to keep it up. My parents are trying to find me a therapist for my depression and I don't want to keep my self harm a secret from them so they would tell my parents eventually. I really wish my parents didn't have to know. I hate...
Hi, my name is Elan. And this isn't your typical self harm story, I never really had severe depression, I have always been so happy, so chatty, so giggly. But then, one day, in 2010 I think it was, something in me just snapped. It was my little brother's birthday and I realised...
Who is truly and honestly blinded by her charms?
The “art” she lines up on her wrist
Just show hurt covered up by the heavy mist
How does this happen to someone so loved?
Feel the need to release the pain through blood when push comes to shove
How can someone so trusted feel...
That there’s such a wide range
Of what you could’ve been
When everyone you know sees you as a perfect ten
And you don’t want to disappoint them
But yet everyday you go out on a limb
You open that cabinet and pull out a prescription
To fulfill the rights of...
The pain we feel inside, it is worse than any form of physical pain, it eats at you from the inside. Ever feel like nothing is right? That there is no way out? This feeling it, has not words to describe it. It kills you inside, it feels like a never ending torture. So what is the...
I started self harming in 6th grade - my first year of middle school. I count myself lucky because I've never really been bullied... My self harm stemmed from self-hate, anxiety, depression, parental issues etc. It started with harsh snaps on my wrist and thighs with thick hair...
For any of you who don't know what it is:
Its when you draw a butterfly on wherever you self harm, and you write a name of anyone who wants you to stop.
You can't wash these butterflies off.
If you cut while the butterfly is on your arm, it dies. If you don't, it lives.
For the reasons why I cannot list
I live in silence, for I would yell
But my life is one big secret I cannot tell
The blood stained sheets, however, tell it all
They tell the sleepless nights with no one to call
With nowhere to hide
And only one to confide
The blood stops, but...
Close your eyes and go to sleep
And dream of all the things that made you weep
You just want all the pain to end
All your life you've had to pretend
Beautiful blade shines so bright
Looking at all the blood and loving the sight
Hushabye baby, Your almost there
I came to the conclusion, I had to be a masochist. Every step I took from then on, confirmed that conclusion. I felt like I finally understood this part of me. It was allways confusion before that. Questions. Why? Why are you doing that? You shouldn't do it.
But since that day...
since I was at least 12/13 I would burn my ears with my straighteners sometimes and then eventually I started cutting myself, I was fine for almost a year then everything went down hill again, I got bullied for my appearance and had very few friends/people to talk to, everything...
The voice in my head whispers
"Do one more."
One turns to two and two becomes five
Soon I've done so many I'm risking my life
It's okay though
Who would care if I'm gone
Sure some would cry, but, they'd move on
I slice a bit deeper feeling the pain
My head swimming
My names Brianna, my selfharming started when I was 13, then I never really understood what it was all about, but the more I read about it and seen pictures I then started to get an idea. It began when I was going with this boy, after a month into our relationship I told him that...
begun. I would cut myself in the shower, locked in a bathroom at school or at home, and anytime I felt that I was losing grip. I doubt it would have really mattered where I was. At that time, I had lost an incredibly important person in my life. I was a senior at one of the most...
I'm listening to slow, beautiful instrumental music in a darkly-lit room. I slowly roll back my sleeve, exposing my pale forearm. With one hand I hold my sharpest pair of scissors, and with the other I gently finger the blades, then open them wide. Bringing the fine point of the...
..he had his hand on my hip and at first he didn't notice. But he rubbed his hand over it a little and said "What are those?" Of course, I said nothing. But he knows I cut. He immediately grabbed me and held me and told me everything will be ok, and his voice sounded funny, so I...
An empty room, an empty girl
Sitting silently on the floor
Her sleeve rolled up, exposing skin
She drags the blade and presses in
The pain it brings cannot compare
To the joy she knows will soon be there
It's worth the scars that never heal
For just a moment, not to feel
I love it. The sweet, relaxing sting of the blade. The bright red blood that drips out. But I know I need to stop and I always tell myself to. But every night, I convince myself to do it. And in that moment, it's beautiful and calming, and I'm happy.
Then I go back to being...
time I cut.Some would say self-harm is an addiction, and some would say it is a habbit. Either way, both are hard to break. But, they are very posible to end.Self-harm is a form of coping, but not a good one. It gives us a way to forget about our troubles and everything that is...
after an emotional day...not wanting to do it for once, just thinking about it in general. And i wrote this.
If someone were to ask me why I cut, I could answer it in a million different ways. Because there isn't just one reason, it's not a simple explanation like some people...
self harm think it's 'disgusting' but they don't know how you really feel. Wanna know what it feels like? It's relief, relief from how you feel, takes your mind off things, it makes me feel human again. It's so wrong but it feels so right. It's a mental addiction. If anyone...
My wrist is begging to be open . I need to cut & I don't even know why anymore . I do because I have to . It's like my mind is making me . I do it if I eat or slip up or get yelled at . I do it just to make sure I'm actually alive . It's a struggle everyday & I just want to take...
skin, and it takes over any strength I have to say no. A smile appears on my face as soon as I cut. I want to go deeper, see more blood, I want the thrill of hitting my vein and dying. I feel so alone, I cant take the pain anymore, I feel so empty and worthless all the time...
Furthermore, she was enticed
By an invisible vice
That no one could see
Or did they just not want it to be?
She can’t look at herself anymore
Not to say that she could before
To open the door, she twist the knob
Only to lock it shut just to sob
She’s nothing to...
I'm 16 years old and i started cutting myself at the top of my right thigh in the summer holidays of 2012, so not that long ago, 3 and a half months? god it feels like longer...i had been down for a while about many things in my life and had honestly thought about cutting myself...
for a long time, not exactly sure how many years but it started in elementary school. I never realized those was self harm tendencies till not too long ago. As a child when I got mad or upset I'd hit myself in the legs and arms very hard, I'd dig my fingernails into my skin, I'd...
I'm 16 now, and still continue every know and then when I feel like things are just too much. But what really makes me mad is when people assume we self harm for attention. If we wanted attention, why would we be hiding the cuts and scars we don't want people to find out about...
I don't think Sam (the guy I've been talking to) really wants to talk to me anymore. I think he's just waiting for prom to be over with and then he's gonna leave... I really want to cut right now but I'm trying to quit. I just don't know what to do.
She never smiles,
her pain she hides.
She stares blankly,
only in herself she confides.
she doesn't let anyone in,
too afraid to take the risk.
If you looked, you'd see the bruises,
the scabs and the scars on her wrist.
She has been abuse for too long.
Insanity has taken it's...
Life is never easy, death is even harder. Through all my time I have only knowing pain. People always go on about how hard their life is. Many go on about how they would cut themselves if they lost their boy friend or girl friend. More say that those that self harm are attention...
which is really important to me. I'm going to talk about self harm. This is serious. Self harm isn't a game. People like me don't do this for attention or something like that, no... We're just in pain. And we just need some help. We just want to live again. So please, If u know...
First of all, I am a 34 year old Male and I Self Harm. I don't really know what led to this, but I have many factors. I have had Bipolar since I was young, and also had to deal with a lot, so any of those things could have been a factor I guess. My mother got severe brain...
which have been less and less. But I think about it a lot and sometimes I just want to but I have enough self control to say no thankfully. But since I kind of (kind of) understand if anyone wants to talk I'm here :)