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celestialerror*
posted a quote
February 23, 2014 11:03am UTC

They told me to write about my feelings, but then they complained about the blood staining the paper.
—(DS)

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celestialerror*
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.

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BlackButterflies
posted a quote
April 15, 2013 5:31am UTC

Does anyone on here have any tips on how to deal with flashbacks in public? Because I am having pretty much every kind of flashback possible, triggered by almost anything.
- I can smell his cologne and his sweat at random moments even though I know it's not actually what I'm smelling
- if anyone touches me when I'm not expecting it, or on the legs, neck or stomach, all I can see is his face
- if anything reminds me of that day - and it can be anything, like a smell, a sight, a colour that's similar to the shirt he was wearing, if i feel helpless - I get overwhelming memories and I have to close my eyes and cover my ears to get them to go away
and these things happen all the time, wherever I go. can anyone help?

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celestialerror*
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
me.
(DS)

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celestialerror*
posted a quote
December 22, 2013 10:06pm UTC

nothing about me is poetic.
nothing about how I think is beautiful;
the fact that I hate myself,
and want to tear open my veins,
and think of twenty-two ways (and reasons)
to kill myself before noon,
isn’t tragically beautiful
(it’s just tragic,
and really fücking sad).
don’t turn me into a misunderstood
piece of art, and do not belittle
my sorrows so your antagonist
can have someone to save.
nothing about me is poetic;
nothing about me is beautiful.
(DS)

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celestialerror*
posted a quote
December 27, 2013 8:21pm UTC

I feel like a stranger
in my own skin.
I tear open my veins,
trying to break free
from this prison;
but, in the end,
all I am left with
is blood stained flesh,
a hallow feeling in my chest,
and a shell of the person
who I once was.
(DS)

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celestialerror*
posted a quote
May 2, 2013 6:16pm UTC

May 2, 2013
I regret the words
that have left my lips.
I want my metal friends
back in my hands,
I want my words back;
but, most of all,
I want my secrets back.
(DS)

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celestialerror*
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
more.
However, when I go home,
when day falls to night,
I am left alone with my
thoughts.
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.
(DS)

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celestialerror*
posted a quote
April 3, 2013 11:31pm UTC

They called me a sinner
because I was tempting
fate a little bit more each day;
but I'm only a sinner because
I'm walking a very thing line,
flirting with death;
because now I have the knowledge
that it's all in my hands.
I'm only a sinner because
they know I found a way
to beat God at his own game.
(DS)

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rbethanym
posted a quote
May 9, 2013 11:59pm UTC

okay, im going to start the self harm challenge thing.
wish me luck<3

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Symphony
posted a quote
March 31, 2013 12:43pm UTC

Suicide is the only
thing you can control
in your life;
that's why it's a sin,
because you've found
a way to beat God at
his own game.

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Symphony
posted a quote
June 1, 2013 3:35pm UTC

Triggers
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
disappear.

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teenidle
posted a quote
June 4, 2013 1:19pm UTC

Sha(me)
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

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YouthInRetrospect
posted a quote
March 28, 2013 4:00pm UTC

it's kinda stupid, that i'm
too afraid of pain to stay alive
but too afraid of pain to die.
too afraid of the harsh rope
and crippling fear
as i realize
i can't breathe
too afraid of stinging pain
watching the blood wash
down the drain
too afraid of the spasms
and pain inside
that pills meant for numbing
can make you feel
too afraid of the bang of the gun
and the splatter of my blood
as i see only darkness
too afraid of the wind
and deep-rooted stomach clench
that comes with falling
as the pavement tries to catch me
too afraid
too afraid
too afraid.

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celestialerror*
posted a quote
May 21, 2013 7:26pm UTC

I miss the coldness
of the metal,
and warmth of
the flowing red
liquid that stained
my pale skin;
I miss feeling like
there was one thing
in my life that
I could control.
(DS)

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Symphony
posted a quote
April 17, 2013 6:46pm UTC

Chug the vodka,
make yourself dumb.
Slice open your veins,
make yourself numb.
Anything to fill the void
of nothingness that
you have become.

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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.

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seafoam*
posted a quote
June 1, 2016 8:03pm UTC

I grew up learning
romance is violence.
So when people ask “How do you love?”
I say,
Love
is a door banged shut in anger,
vocal chords rubbing together in fright,
raised voices echoing in the middle of the night
dancing from my room to yours.
Love
is red skin pinched from the thighs,
is clenched fists smacked on a table,
is furniture piled to block the way in,
is an object slammed on purpose so you know I’ll know I’m
wrong
wrong
wrong,
Love
is shrugging your hand from my shoulders,
is not texting back,
is throwing your phone against the wall,
is kicking you in your sleep,
is claw marks and bruised knuckles,
is bleeding lips and bitten tongues,
is shoving and pulling,
is a knife unsliced,
is 50 apologies not taken, 50 insults not taken back,
is f.uck yous,
is eye-daggers,
is silence,
is making them cry until they realize they are
wrong
wrong
wrong.
—Sade Andria Zabala, Romance Is Violent

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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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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
myself.
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.

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