it was new to me hurting myself making myself bleed but it was interesting to will to commit. cut by cut the blood tastes irony like metal. but its the cut the way it looks being made. watching the skin split the blood form. how deep how wide. then burning it started in high school i went to an adult high and college campus so id let people at school burn me and i would show them i do it. but it really started with piercing really my knuckles. for a week every day i would pierce and re pierce my knuckles ears , hands,arms. blood entertains me the next cut i do i want to be on my wrist right where the arm and hand meet. i want to get online one night and start talking to some one and as the conversation goes on i’ll cut my wrist and see how long i can talk before i pass out.
she sat across from me so many times before i noticed any thing that made me not trust but still i layed back accepting the thoughts knowing all roads would take me down. he laughed through the evil thoughts. we are all suicidal lets have a occult style mass suicide 90% of the sites visitors commit mass suicide simultaneously each success accompanied by a suicide note the nations newest mass suicide formed online. we could all be overfilling grave yards expand and reach the depressed insane broken all to the ensemble good idea? and like always as you settle down for bed tonight cut the word DIE into your skin with the word loser kut underneath or above if prefered for two weeks straight every night before bed. the once karv knuckle pierce into your arm. where everyone can see. tattoo craziness into your fingers then cut them open bleed onto the picture of when you were a baby.
cutters beware the blades are addictive. the pulse of blood sights will invoke you. kiss your bloody holes lick away the red stuff. draw blood with needles and spray it allover the walls to show how crazy your becoming. spray blood every where. dead bodies everywhere blood spraying everywhere. dead bodies everywhere blood spying everywhere. dead bodies everywhere blood spraying everywhere. buckets of bodies buckets of bodies. hands over here legs over there ffeet over there arms in the tree. dead bodies everywhere.
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I am a cutter I can’t cut that bad. And I am not trying to be mean but honest this scares the shit out of me.
I must say, I see what you mean on a few of your points regarding self mutilation . I originally started as a way to punish myself, to make myself pay for burdening my family with my existence . Something about the experience of cutting my wrists , hands, fingers, and upper arms was just so compelling to me . That was years ago, and I have since gotten my cutting under much more control, but it really is an addiction. I relapsed a few times last month, and I honestly have no clue why I keep returning to this behavior . I have never thought about seeing multiple dead bodies or thought about murdering people, but the vision of my own body, slashed away by my own hand in a pool of my own blood… it excites me . In the past, I cut myself and used my blood to write messages of how I felt on my walls . I wish I knew what was wrong with me .’
Anyways, as a self mutilator, this post was an interesting read. Thanks for posting .
I laugh at evil thoughs
I am not sure if that was mean or not
there are two cutters in my school. i dont cut i dig until theres blood. its easier to explain. blame masictos or bug bites. people would rather believe happy lies then painful truths. twizers r fun to. my mom cut herself so deep onne she saw her own wrist bone. my aunt used to break her razors and shove then in her arm. me i think an infected scratch hurts more then a tiny little cut. but then agian i have a very high pain tolerance.
i cut myself as deep as i can go before i hit something i cant cut through. until yesterday i had bled, sometimes heavily, but yesterday i cut through an artery and what a mental sensation – seeing blood spraying everywhere uncontrolably until i couldnt stand anymore was unlike anything ive ever done before. obviously as im here now, i was found by the police who chased me for a short distance but as i had lost so much blood i ended up collapsing after a short run and next thing was in hospital…. back out now tho and on me way see how much i can lose again…
When i cut, i go as far as my emotions hurt and seeing the blood drip down my arm is a sighn of relief in my pain. I no people who cut and they have the same emotion, this scares me but at the same time it makes me think of what im really capable of…
i love this comment i have to say, im a cutter and i wouldnt do this as my type of cutting but it is a really great amazing thing to imagine and i love to imagine my dead body lying in a pool of my own blood so thanks for posting this.