Family member yells get the fuck outta your room and help with dishes so i cover my cuts like I’ve been told to do and go out i start washing dishes then realize i have to roll up my sleeves my mom glares at me and whispers you better not be doing that for attention i said please step out of the kitchen so i can have room to move freely and do the dishes she walks out one of our guests comes over and stares at my arm then when i ask what’s wrong she just replied so you’re older now and i noticed […]
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Yet another Christmas my family just wants me to stay in my room which normally i don’t mind but seeing everyone so happy with their family or significant other kills me i wonder why can’t i have that why was i born into such a cruel family why so many questions but the good part is this year i have money and its like 70 here for the first time so i can drive the work truck around (it doesn’t have heat so usually I wouldn’t drive it in the winter) I’ll probably just leave to go to the park or something maybe i don’t […]
Today im telling my sister that i need help. Im 22 all my life i thought shit would be okay but its not. Mu battle with depression has caused lots of cuts covering my arms and legs and 3 suicide attempts. Im losing. Medicine just didnt cut it. Life always seem to fuck me over in new ways. Nothingd never okay. So this is my last stand. Hopefully i can get the help i need. Wish me luck.
Sighs recently i guess I’ve been doing anything to feel honestly now I’m just a piece of meat when i look in the mirror, first i did nothing but cut then i got to the point where i don’t feel it anymore it feels good sometimes, sex made me feel good so i had as much as i could get but now i just feel dirty and used (yeah guys can feel that way) and now i don’t know what to do ive cut as much as i could fit without it being too obvious now I’m just tired all the time recently I’ve wanted […]
I cut again. I promised myself I won’t but after 2 weeks I did it again. The cuts from then still haven’t healed fully that I re-opened them once more. I should stop, I know, I need to stop but how come is it that I can’t ?
I’m sorry if I am not allowed to ask this. Also sorry if this subject upsets or triggers anyone.
For those of you that cut,
do you do it quickly or slowly.
Is it one single swipe, or do you take your time and pick at it.
Do you always make a new cut or do you revisit old or recent cuts.
Do you feel what you would class as a normal amount of pain given what you are doing.
Do you dress the wounds yourself or do you ever go to the hospital afterwards.
I’d just like to know if I am the same.
“Her Last Words”
By:
COURTNEY PARKER
Just an average girl
She always wore a smile
She was cheerful and happy for a short while
Now she’s older, things are getting colder
Life’s not what she though, she wishes someone had told her
She told you she was down, you let it slip by
So from then on she kept it on the inside
She told herself she was alright
But she was telling white lies
Can’t you tell? Look at her dull eyes
Tried to stop herself from crying almost every night
But she knew there was no […]
Sorry for posting again. Slow day at work. Just saw him repost more meme about love/sex/etc. and that one that says “masterbation keeps you from fucking the wrong person” and that really fucking cuts like a knife down to my soul! I don’t think I’m the wrong person or bad for him at all as much as I do to show I truly care!!!!!
I pretty much wrapped up my Bioethics Agenda for my book, now I’m working on my economic platform. I called it PETHUnomics
P = Practical
E = Efficiant
T = Transformative
H = Humanitarian
U = Utilitarian
i believe in a massive overhaul of the educational and corrections system. I also believe in better social safety nets for the poor. Unfortunately, my plan will cost a lot of money. To offset this, I think we are gonna have to make some painful cuts to great programs in the name of incredible ones.
ill start off with the most controversial one – spending cuts for the National Endowment for the Arts, and the […]
so I told the guy who likes me about my depression and that I cut and u want to kill myself so he told me he’s suicidal and cuts he also said that he’s psychopath because he’s though of running away from home and being a serial killer he said he has anger problems so his problems are worst then mine he’s been through a lot of things and I feel selfish for feeling like this I want to help him but how and can you guys give me some advice about all this
I’ve been at work since seven
I haven’t been able to even think about work clearly, because my mind is reminding me about my relationship
Reminding me of how stupid I am
How being a female, who’s over emotional already, shouldn’t act crazy for attention
How I made the love of my life walk away from me
How I asked him to please come back to me and he told me I was killing him…
but little does he know is that he’s killing me.
I found a box of razor blades.
one cut for every time I’ve called
their not big or deep cuts but they hurt
I’m not good at pain
idk what to […]
This is the first year where I will not have a family to celebrate my birthday with. I’ve received a card in the mail every single year from my parents, respectively, and this year, I won’t get that. I won’t get anything. Not that I need to receive something for my birthday but I’ll be completely alone.
The cuts of the one group of people who are supposed to love me no matter what are deeper than any knife or blade. What am I to do?
I can already feel my soul ripping apart. It’s going to hurt and it’s going to cause me to slip even […]
Cried myself in the bathroom. I don’t even know why I’m breaking down.
All I know is I’m tired and there are cuts on my arm. Fuck, right?
Well it started in primary I was 4 when I started getting bullied I begged my parents to let me move school and they kept shouting at me and telling me no but when I told them they just shouted at me even more and told me they didn’t believe me, that was them on good days…
As I grew up it got worse in year 6 I started getting abused by people at school but I didn’t understand depression then, it came summer holidays I left primary and then it was high school
I thought I’d have a fresh start with new people from different schools, […]
so i started to cut myself. My sister found out and wanted to talk to me. She asked me why do i do it and i couldnt tell her…i couldnt tell her that the pain from cuts makes me forget about my mental pain, it also kind of feels good. i just told her “i dont know” and kept quiet. I promised her not to do it anymore, but i couldnt keep that promise. Instead, I now have scars on my legs. Much deeper scars. and it helps.
There is nothing around me
Of interest.
No shapes, no sounds. It’s all
A blur.
The only thing I trust now is
Darkness.
Pain constant in my side, just…
Hurt.
My life feels doomed, forever
Empty.
I need help coming back to
Life.
I forgot what it’s like to feel
Happy.
The pain, it cuts like a
Knife.
Memories have been long gone;
Forgotten.
Why would I try to remember all
My fears?
They still plague me, haunt me
Even then.
I like the dark. Now no one can see
My tears.
I’m empty, but deep down I feel a very distinct emotion of hate, and sorrow. My mind is very confusing, to say the least. There are trap doors that hide behind old memories collecting dust, and I don’t have a flash light to rummage through broken dreams without being cut. Too bad my scars are not able to completely fade away, I can not hide everything from everyone and I seem to do a shit job at it anyway. But what I find is that the people who notice are the people who really care. I mean, if you “care”, that’s fine, but don’t hang […]
My name is Kaitlyn and I am currently 17 years old.
I’ve never written about my suicide story before so bear with me.
The cutting and suicidal thoughts all started in 8th grade when I found out that my mom was an alcoholic. I blamed myself and thought that everything was my fault. Since she was going through pain, I deserved it too. I would cut myself just deep enough to leave a mark. (Those cuts later got to the point where I was scared that I would need stitches.) I went through all of 8th and 9th grade, keeping everything inside and not talking to anyone. […]
A while back I posted some shit that wasn’t very thought about by me. I didn’t die, wished I did, and pussied out. Fuck… I just cried like the little ***** i am. I looked at myself in a mirror today and didn’t recognize myself. Even if they are ugly, people look in the mirror and think what they are looks good. People like you and me look into the mirror, and don’t see anything. We see someone we don’t know looking back at us. My depression got worse and worse, and the original depression became anger and hate. I have been told to go […]
sooo…, I guess I’m saying my story now. Mainly I’m saying it because a lot of people that share their stories feel better about themselves but really I don’t think I will. I just felt like I should so here it starts. So I’m in year 8, I go to a pretty crap school and to add to that coming home isn’t that fun either. I first started my school last year and I was soo weird in person and so very unpopular but when I got home I’d be this little lonely sad kid. Things got better, I still got bad mood swings but […]