I really want to cut.. Anything to numb the pain. I’d kill just to be able to find a single blade.. Anyone know any other ways besides razor blades? I’m just.. Really sick of everything. I’d rather cope this way, than any other way. My depressions been way too crazy lately. Help me out anyone?
Self Harm Assessment
Age: 14
Sex: Female
Label yourself: Emo, Goth, Prep, Etc.: Prep, Emo, Hurt, Ignored
How long have you been cutting? About 3 years.
Favorite tool? Razor Blade.
Where (place) do you cut (school, home, etc.) : Bedroom.
Do you have to wear long-sleeves & long-pants all the time: When I cut in visible places.
Do you cut on your stomach, or chest: Stomach.
 Are your legs, arms, & other body parts covered in scars? Wrists and Arms, and Stomach.
What’s your favorite excuse to use when someone asks about a cut? Cat scratched me, but I have them hidden most of the time
Have you ever been hospitalized because of your cutting? Nope.
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I never thought I’d lose myself..
This blade here..
Helps me cope.
It is my strength.
And my hope.
Please do not worry.
I do it just to stop the hurt.
Not for fun.
It’s not a game.
I can’t even remember my name..
And I’m the only one to blame.
-CopeingByBlood
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My story?
Hmm.
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