I love the though of dying. The thought of suicide no longer makes me sad or uncomfortable… I don’t think about committing suicide by taking pills now… I think of cutting my wrists and watching the blood drain from my body. Thinking about it brings a smile to my face. I wish I could do it… But harley would be destroyed… I love the thought of dying… I now know why I cut, I can’t handle being upset in any way… Its almost like a punishment for feeling upset plus I like watching the blood erupt out of the slice I make in my skin. I could go into immense detail, but I won’t. Did I mention I’m 13? No? Guess not. Well I’ve been in hospital 3 times this year because of selk harm. The hospital tried to put me in a mental facility but I managed to lie my way out of it. Because even if I was in a straight jacket, I wouldn’t be safe from my thoughts. The cutting is to distract me from overly painful memories, without the cutting, I deal with worse pains… Well all in all if I think about it, I’m just causing myself more pain. Well who cares, so many people have tried to talk me out of suicide but the only reason I’m still down here is because I have some un finished buisiness to attend to, and as soon as its dealt with. I’m free.
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Cutting rarely is a successful suicide. People don’t cut deep enough to get to the arteries, and are blocked by strong tendons that protect the arteries.
I think cutting is as just as much an addiction as using drugs, because the act of cuttting has become an addiction.
Already addicted to the cutting…
Poor kid. I feel bad for the children that feel like I felt. I felt like no one cared about me. My parents were too busy with their dysfunction and partying to care about their kids. I never thought I’d make it past 25, but here I am, with kids of my own, still battling it out. It’s a lot better than it used to be. It’s true what they say. It gets better.
Fare play for getten out of the option of the assylum, that shows brains so what is it that drove u to start cutting?
The first time I cut, it was just an experiment.. But one day I ran home from school because these kids wouldn’t fucking leave me alone, they kept calling me ally laur the custy whore and other stuff. ( I have extrememly low self esteem). So I ran home and cut all the way down my left and and right leg. A few weeks ago some kid told me to go cut myself in a corner and I did. I went to the bath room and slit my wrist. Even at this very momment I’m debating my next suicide attempt. I’ve already writen Three notes.
I’m probably going to commit suicide pretty soon, I can feel it…
Cutting shouldnt be so addictive i cant wate till i get free time to do it again. I know it releases endorphins but is there another reason its so addictive?
what would be ur method?
Take 500 tylenol and before they kick in ill hang myself… Just incase the pills don’t work… And I’d take all my anti depressants
You are just like me.
Actually I’m bit scared of myself, my mind is so SO fucked
Youngsters are killing themselves with much greater frequency than when I was a kid. Life is so much faster-paced now. Parents are too busy to pay attention to their children. Socialization is extremely superficial and fleeting. The difficulty making meaningful connections is causing everyone to feel lonely and isolated, like no one cares. It’s a sad time in our world…
sweety i may not know you but i see your pain and your hurt. i used to feel the same way at your my best friend shot her self when we were 13, my fiancee killed himself recently and i wanted to die with him…but you have to know there are other ways of getting through this pain other than cutting and suicide… i have been there looking back i know it wouldnt have been worth it…i go to have a son and he was so worth holding on for…. if you commit suicide think of all the happiness you will be missing out on i know it doesnt seem like it now but every day you wake up think to yourself today is going to be a good day no matter what anyone thinks of me….think about when you are older you will get to have a baby or husband that will love you. when i was your age i thought exactly the same way you do and did the same things you are doing. it was so long ago but it still feels just like yesterday when all my pain was there. i can not even begin to tell you how hard its been to lose the one person in my life who truly loved me and didnt bring me down.. i never had anyone love me so much.. and you will have that too one day just keep living sweety….i know you dont think it now but if die you will not get to see a baby looking up at you and calling you mommy or have a life you dont want to miss out on that do you. i know at the time i didnt care but having a baby helped me….it gave me life when i had nonoe cause it was me and him in it together noone else mattered…..its awesome and i know no matter waht he will always be here for me if you want you can call me i will give you my number
I wouldn’t do well with kids…. I’m bipolar… I honest wish christmas didn’t come so I could just do it already…
The Butterfly Project has been created for self-harmers who feel they are ready to stop and need the motivation or support to do so. A member’s hypnotherapist, who found this idea on an online blog and felt that it was a good idea that should be promoted as a distraction, has recommended it.
The idea is simple. The self-harmer simply draws a butterfly on their place(s) of self-harm and, if the butterfly fades without them self-harming, it means it has lived and flown away, giving them a sense of achievement. Whereas if they do self-harm with the butterfly there; they will have to wash it off. If that does happen, they can start again by drawing a new one on. Or you can draw a pony or puppy.
I tried that, I’m pretty sure my 6 butterflys died within two days