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  1. ribcaged ribcaged
    posted a quote
    July 17, 2013 9:50pm UTC
    there once was a girl who had curly hair
    and eyes as blue as the sky
    and i always thought she looked nice
    we went to school together
    and became best friends
    her company was really nice
    then we were suddenly off to a school very high
    and she stopped talking to me
    but i always smiled at her
    and tried to be nice
    one day in that school very high though
    her and her new friends laughed at me
    insulted me
    and she'd say, "nice!"
    after awhile i started to feel bad again
    very bad
    and the blade in my pencil sharpener
    started to look nice
    i thought if i felt bad on the inside
    i could somehow make myself feel better
    on the outside
    so i took that blade and carved on my skin "nice"
    but the girl and her new friends thought i looked bad too
    they still made fun of me
    and the more they did it
    the more i drew "nice"
    and then soon enough
    inside and outside
    i was bad
    and waking up to a new day didn't seem at all nice
    i was gone that january
    and made people feel bad
    when they got up to speak at the podium
    "yes, she was a kind girl"
    "she was very kind, very nice"

  2. darling destiny* darling destiny*
    posted a quote
    July 8, 2013 12:02pm UTC
    Instead of trying to "fix"
    the sad boys and girls
    who have scars on their
    wrists (or their hearts),
    how about we try to fix
    what drove them to
    such sadness.

  3. darling destiny* darling destiny*
    posted a quote
    July 6, 2013 2:37pm UTC
    If I die before I wake,
    do not waster your
    energy in mourning me;
    do not waste your tears
    crying over me;
    do not waste your time
    thinking about my
    pathetic life and all
    that could have been.
    But, please,
    do not forget

  4. TheUnwantedGirl TheUnwantedGirl
    posted a quote
    July 2, 2013 1:30am UTC
    I lay on my floor crying again… shaking. Searching for inner strength and coming up empty. My eyes burned and my mouth was dry as I sucked on air that seemed to keep getting thicker and harder to breathe. I tried to leave again, but ended up leaning my forehead against the door, feeling defeated and wishing the Grim Reaper would come for me in all his silky, black glory.

  5. darling destiny* darling destiny*
    posted a quote
    June 26, 2013 9:35pm UTC
    The night was cold, my hands were shaking. The metal gleamed in the moonlight. How could something so destructive be so beautiful? Then, I thought of your smile. So many beautifully destructive things in my life, so it seemed. I grasped the cold metal in my hands, contemplating my next move. Just a knick of the wrist, that's all it would take to sooth my aching soul. However, deep down inside, I knew that it would only be fleeting. I drew a shaky breath, pressing the cool blade against my warm flesh;
    suddenly, it was knocked out my hand and I was enveloped in your strong arms. I didn't notice I was crying until your shirt was soked with my tears. You wrapped your arms around my waist as I clung to your chest desperately. "Don't you ever scare me like that again, you hear me?" I nodded silently, not trusting my voice at the moment. I looked to the sky outside my window, whispering thank you to the moon.

  6. darling destiny* darling destiny*
    posted a quote
    June 13, 2013 3:44pm UTC
    Everyone looks to me
    for strength, expecting
    me to be able to fix all
    their problems.
    Yet, I can't even find
    strength for myself;
    I can't even fix my
    own problems.
    I tell everyone to
    stay strong,
    that they
    are worth
    the world and
    However, when I go home,
    when day falls to night,
    I am left alone with my
    I can't even look in a
    mirror without loathing
    the person staring back
    at me.
    I can't look at my
    own body without
    wanting to take
    a blade and tear
    open my flesh,
    staining my skin red.
    Instead of looking to me
    for the solutions, maybe
    everyone should just
    look to me and see
    exactly what a person
    is not suppose to be.

  7. rbethanym rbethanym
    posted a quote
    June 9, 2013 1:17am UTC
    and i suddenly became aware of every cut i had ever made
    and very scar i still had.
    it was like they were burning through my pants.
    and i felt like everyone could see them.

  8. darling destiny* darling destiny*
    posted a quote
    June 8, 2013 8:05pm UTC
    I've got
    a head full
    of dark
    and a
    such a

  9. darling destiny* darling destiny*
    posted a quote
    June 5, 2013 9:49pm UTC
    I think you're lovely
    when you're laying
    in the grass, your
    eyes glistening in
    the September Sun.
    I think you're wonderful
    as blood flows down your
    wrists, and you're fighting
    against the demons in
    your head.
    I think you're amazing
    when your anger gets
    the best of you and you
    shut me out, and you try
    to push me away—but
    we both know I'm
    not going anywhere.
    But, to me, you're the most
    beautiful when you look me
    in the eyes and whisper,
    help me, I can't do this
    on my own.
    And together, we throw
    away your blades,
    and you put down the
    bottle of pills;
    choosing to not
    let the monsters
    in your head win.

  10. teenidle teenidle
    posted a quote
    June 4, 2013 1:19pm UTC
    6 years old,
    happy face and happy belly
    I remember my yellow and blue swimsuit
    and not using floaties for the first time
    no one would've guessed that i was 6 years old
    and the bad voices were already there.
    fat, fat, fat, fat, fat
    I didn't know why I wasn't like the pink and purple
    swimsuited girls I called my best friends.
    9 years old,
    crooked heart and hairline
    I was very, very alone for the very first time
    and the pink and purple shoed girls laughed at the
    big books in my flimsy arms.
    The pink and purple girls did handstands while I sat,
    picking nervously at my skirt and making acquaintances
    with the bad voices in my head.
    stupid, fat, stupid, fat, stupid
    12 years old,
    choked-down tears and chubby face
    and I liked three boys and none of them liked me.
    They liked the skinny-minnie pink and purple bra'd
    girls with long straight hair and high-pitched cackles.
    stupid, fat, unwanted, fat, stupid, unwanted
    My arms carried my friends' arms now,
    but it made no difference. The bad voices knew better.
    I am 15 years old
    smaller body but not small enough,
    and the pink and purple girls still win it all.
    The bad voices poison me every day, they poison
    the me in the hallway
    the me in the mirror
    the me in my warm bed
    the me in the cold world
    the me on my therapist's sofa
    the me in my head
    the me in front of a plate
    the me in front of an exam
    But I will face the voices and I will sew their lips together
    and I will start to use my own more.
    I am waiting waiting waiting
    I hate this, I tried

  11. darling destiny* darling destiny*
    posted a quote
    June 3, 2013 7:45pm UTC
    That man sitting
    on the corner of
    the steet, begging
    for change—he
    was once a young
    boy, playing pretend,
    dreaming of his
    future and its possibilities.
    That girl, with the noose
    around her neck, hanging
    so quietly—she was once
    a young girl, getting lost
    in a world full of magic,
    in love with life.
    That teenage boy, drinking
    his father's stash of whiskey,
    in desperate need to numb
    the pain deep within his chest;
    there was time when
    he promised himself
    he would never let it
    come to this.
    Now look in the mirror,
    is this what you pictured
    for yourself when you
    were naïve and
    in love with life?

  12. darling destiny* darling destiny*
    posted a quote
    June 2, 2013 11:46pm UTC
    When the metal pierced
    my skin, staining my
    pale flesh red,
    I thought I could
    control it.
    Just this once,
    I reasoned with
    myself, justifying
    my sins to my
    own demons.
    just this once
    quickly turned into
    just once more;
    followed shortly by
    only when I need it.
    When the metal
    pieced my flesh,
    I thought I was
    strong enough
    to control it.
    Four years,
    countless scars,
    countless nights,
    spent crying alone,
    playing with fate,
    I realize I was wrong.

  13. Symphony Symphony
    posted a quote
    June 2, 2013 2:52pm UTC
    My suicide note isn't
    written with ink
    and paper;
    no it's written
    with a knife,
    and my wrist.

  14. Symphony Symphony
    posted a quote
    June 1, 2013 3:35pm UTC
    For some, it's
    the shiny new blade;
    for others, it's the dripping
    blood, that seems to never
    stop flowing so freely.
    Maybe, it's the mere word;
    maybe, it's the mere thoight.
    For some, it's the sight of
    someone else indulging in
    the self-destructive sins.
    But, for me, it's the fading
    lines that litter my body;
    tiny stories left untold,
    tributes to the nights
    that were oh-so dark.
    When they're starting
    to fade away, blending
    into my pale flesh, that's
    when I long to create more,
    to become an artist, staining
    my hands red.
    When my eyes lay upon
    the fading pink lines that
    litter my pale skin,
    a sense of loneliness
    settles deep within me,
    right down to the bone.
    When I see them fade,
    I start to feel myself
    fade away with them,
    hopefully this time,
    I will finally

  15. Symphony Symphony
    posted a quote
    May 31, 2013 9:35pm UTC
    Just a knick,
    a twist of the wrist;
    staining my pale
    skin red.
    I thought I would
    be able to handle this;
    just this once, that's
    what I kept telling
    But just this once
    quikcly turned
    into just one more time;
    then, only when I need it.
    It wasn't long before
    I lost control of my life,
    lost control of mysefl.
    Here I sit,
    this is the last time,
    I try to reason
    with myself.
    But, I know
    it's a lie.

  16. rbethanym rbethanym
    posted a quote
    May 29, 2013 4:06pm UTC
    30 Day Self-harm challenge
    1. How long have you been self harming? Discuss why you started.
    2. What part of your body is most affected by it? 

    3. What is your motivation to recover? 

    4. Do you consider yourself “addicted”? why or why not? 

    5. What part of self harm do you dislike the most? 

    6. What about it do you enjoy?

    7. list 10 activities that help you calm down.

    8. What the most supportive thing anyone has said to you about self harm?
    9. Have you ever taken pictures of your wounds? Discuss.

    10. How do you feel about your scars?

    11. Strangest place (school, park, etc) you’ve ever injured yourself?

    12. Where do you keep your ‘tools’? (Your room, in a box, disposed of them?)
    13. What is the biggest realization about self harm you’ve had?

    14. Is there anyone you consider to be an inspiration in your recovery?
    15. Do you visit any websites about self harm? If so, what are they?

    16. What advice would you give to someone about self harm?

    17. Do you know anyone else who injures themselves? 

    18. Write a letter to the future (recovered) you.
    19. List 3 reasons that recovery is worth it.

    20. What is the most vivid memory you have of self harm.

    21. Have you tried to stop in the past? What are you doing differently this time?
    22. Where do you feel the most calm?
    23. What is your favorite inspirational quote?

    24. What are some of your main triggers? Why? 

    25. Do you know any statistics about self harm?

    26. What is something that makes you the most happy?

    27. Discuss any and all progress you have made.

    28. What short-term goals do you have?

    29. Do you follow any self-harm blogs?

    30. Post your favorite picture of yourself and write a positive message to look back on.
    1) to be able to wear cute cut off shorts
    2) to be able to swim
    3) to say what ive overcome

  17. Symphony Symphony
    posted a quote
    May 28, 2013 9:59pm UTC
    I've never been good
    with words, so I carved
    a poem into my wrist.

  18. Symphony Symphony
    posted a quote
    May 28, 2013 6:58pm UTC
    I miss the cold comfort
    of the metal pressing
    again my skin;
    I miss the warmth
    of the red flowing
    down my skin,
    staining my
    pale skin.
    I miss the calmness,
    the quietness,
    the bliss,
    the pain.
    But, most of all,
    I miss the days
    when I didn't
    need it.

  19. rbethanym rbethanym
    posted a quote
    May 28, 2013 6:16pm UTC
    one more cut that goes a little deeper,
    one more cut to remove a little pain,
    one more cut to show she isnt worth it.
    one more cut to end her life.

  20. Symphony Symphony
    posted a quote
    May 27, 2013 8:28pm UTC
    I wrote a poem for
    English class;
    it was about a girl
    who was lonely,
    and she took
    her anger out
    on herself,
    leaving pretty
    pink lines all over
    her body.
    My teacher gave
    me an "A+"
    she told me she
    cried a little.
    "Very well done,
    keep up the
    good work, dear."
    I gave her a small
    smile, muttering a
    quiet thank you.
    Little did she
    know that it was
    my last and final
    plea, hoping
    someone would
    finally see that
    I'm not-so-okay.


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