That girl you just called fat: She has an eating disorder. The boy you just tripped: He gets enough abuse at home. The person's scarred arm your staring at: They self harm. The boy you made fun of for crying: He's severely depressed. D o n ' t j u d g e , y o u d o n ' t k n o w t h e w h o l e s t o r y.
Okay so I've been clean of self-harm for nearly 2 years but I've always hid my scars, apart from when I go on holiday. But I'm sick of hiding them, it's starting to get warmer and I think I'm confident enough to not hide them anymore. They will always be there with me, it just shows that I overcome a difficult time. So, today I'm going to go out not hding my scars. Wish me luck.
Ignite a flame so pure True perfection is the cure From my temples to my jaw My scars they hide no more Oh, sculture with no name Please decorate my frame My jagged spinal chain My artist of disdain The beauty that I see in stick and stones and bones My supernatural fortitude resignating when I'm alone Averty your eyes from me A ghostly memory The lights are on but no one's home my sticks and stones and bones
And suddenly, she understood why all those writers were so sad, and why all those poets spoke in slow metaphors. She understood why the sky got dark when it rained and why thunder came before lightning. She understood why fire burned the brightest only after it was kindled properly and not carelessly and quick. She understood what it meant to feel nothing but see everything. She understood why people planted flowers on graves even though the people they plant them for will never see them. And finally, she understood why the white ground and dark sky of winter felt better than the green grass and vibrant blue sky of summer.
I was. But then I realized I was holding onto something that didn’t exist anymore. That the person I missed didn’t exist anymore. People change. The things we like and dislike change. And we can wish they wouldn’t all day long, but that never works
If you hurt yourself, it doesn’t matter how bad it is. It’s not a competition. The point is that you felt bad enough to cause harm to your body or to consider it. You deserve support with that. No problem is too small, honestly.
I usually feel all panicky and sad and sometimes i wake up in the middle of the night and start crying. After a few days of this i will pick up glass and do something i regret and then i feel empty and no longer care and i try to distract myself with the things i like and that works for a bit until the cycle starts again
Its 2 am It's 2 am and I'm alone in my room crying. You're the only one who knows. You stayed up for hours to help me. It's 6:30 am and I text you a good morning text about the beautiful sunrise and you say I'm adorable. It's 7:45 the same day and I'm waiting impatently for you to show up and brighten the mood. It's 4:20 and we're at the movies. You keep making dirty jokes to keep me from crying. It's 12:35 and we're at lunch. I worked for hours on your birthday presents and just after I give them to you a girl shows up calling herself your girlfriend. It's 2 am a month later and I'm alone in my room crying. No one knows. I've stayed up for hours deciding where the first cut would go.
Stop romanticizing things that hurt i will continuesly bring that knife to my wrist or my hip or my leg. that mean thing you said at school that you thought was hilarious isn't funny. that time you pushed me down infront of everyone just to get a cheap laugh wasn't worth it. you think i'm doing it just so people will notice me, you think i am doing it for attention, you think i want people to feel sympathy for me, you think i want people to feel sorry for me and ask me if i'm ok. looks like im the first to tell you that there are better ways to get attention. -anonomously