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Addiction and his name

by blind.cinderella 5/18/2012

written by blind.cinderella

I can’t stop thinking about him. I really can’t control it anymore. To be in love with a person who is partly responsible for the biggest and ugliest scar on my hand, the other part is me. I know the world is laughing at me along with him but i can’t stop.

I tried to hate him instead but after couple of days he would do something nice, just a small gesture and i would forgive him and pretend we are starting all over again as friends. I am aware of all the lies, his twisted personality, and self-destruction. I also know he doesn’t give a […]

5/18/2012 5 comments

the death of a………

by kiku_nothing 5/15/2012

written by kiku_nothing

i never keep my eyes on the road, i never ask for any help…..i grip a razor to my chest as i cry out his name……the gillering metal in the moonlight sparkles in my face….

i slice through a fresh patch of skin as i scream out his name…no one ever hears my name or calls me in the death of night……yet they wake up and enter my room to find a pool of blood….blood stained roses and hot gun barrels won’t bring him back…yet at night i call out his name and i hear his light voice as a response…..so now i grip my blood […]

5/15/2012 1 comment

Haunting you

by lostchild445 5/10/2012

written by lostchild445

With this hatred I stand
with a razor in hand
To see my final plan through
I wish I could see
The pain in which you’ll be
When you see that I’m through
The day has gone by
And now I will die
With your picture in my hand
But don’t think I’ll rest
It was not meant for us to last
But I’ll be sure to haunt you in your dreams

You’ll think of days that went by
Without a tear in your eye
And hope that theyll come back
But you know in your heart
That black hole of remorse
That you’ll never be […]

5/10/2012 0 comment

Razors

by Nothin2Live4 4/25/2012

written by Nothin2Live4

As the razor slashes deep

Every cut unique

Blood pours to the floor

And I hurt no more

4/25/2012 0 comment

I’m so alone.

by Marissa 4/24/2012

written by Marissa

I hate being alone. My so called best friend from school isn’t talking to me anymore. She walked past me with just giving me a smile. Usually she would say something and give me a hug. I know I’m not her bestfriend anymore now that she replaced me. It hurts to always worry if I’m going to have someone to eat with at lunch or even if I’m going to have a partner while doing partner work in class. I hate to be alone. I have my bestfriend that lives in Cali. I wish she could be here to keep me happy. Honestly, if […]

4/24/2012 13 comments

Not by me. It’s anonymous. But I liked it…

by rawrimaturtle.. 4/16/2012

written by rawrimaturtle..

She painted a pretty pictureÂ
But this picture had a twist
You see..
Her paintbrush is a razor
And her canvas is her wrist
She paints her pretty picture
In the colour that is blood red
While using her sharp paintbrush
She ends up finally dead
Her pretty picture is fading
Quite slowly on her arm
The blood is not racing through her
She can no longer do harm
She painted a pretty picture
But her picture had a twist you see
Her mind was the razorÂ
And her heart was just the wrist..

4/16/2012 6 comments

forever lost </3

by forever_lost 4/2/2012

written by forever_lost

i have been feeling loved lost lately by my own family

Suicide

how can i make this stop

Suicide

It’s all i think about

Suicide

Can’t get it out

Suicide

So hard to resist

Suicide

resist the urge to slit my wrist

Suicide

wishing i had a gun

Suicide

all i have is a small razor

Suicide

so i drag the blade across my legs and arms

Suicide

wishing to do myself much more harm

Suicide

and i wake soaked in blood

Suicide

cuts all over my body

Suicide

and im still somehow alive

Suicide

deep and long so much blood lost

Suicide

how am i still here?

Suicide

I really need a gun

Suicide

one day… one day

</3

4/2/2012 3 comments

Not so…

by Heidi930 3/30/2012

written by Heidi930

A guy told me first semester that I was perfect.
I wish I would have told him then how wrong he is.
I’m not, in the least bit, perfect.
I am screwed up.
I’ve screwed up.
My brain’s a mess.
Do people really notice that right now I’m faking it until I make it?
I’m cutting again.
But this time, nobody will find out.
I’m keeping it a secret.
I want to keep it a secret.
I hate that anybody ever found out.
It was a terrible idea that anyone found anything.
I should have never let the razor slip and then I had to […]

3/30/2012 1 comment

The Quiet One

by Marissa 3/29/2012

written by Marissa

See that girl in class that never speaks a word unless spoken to? That’s me. That girl also has ears and feelings.
I hear you whisper my name in a conversation saying how weird I am.
I’m aware, thank you.
She’s really quiet but she is screaming inside.
I’ve tried to not be so quiet but it’s just who I am. I’m insecure and don’t like to be noticed.
But I wish I was that girl that can brighten up the room.
Now, the littlest things can make me hurt inside. It hurts to the point that I cut […]

3/29/2012 9 comments

Made a list of everyone that got me to where i am..

by never3nding 3/15/2012

written by never3nding

Its a long list dedicated to the people who ruined Â any chance of happiness for me..

To the Â guy who raped me at a party where i drank to much then denied it, then continued to harass me and put me in situations where im just as vulnerable.

To the guy who i dated for 2 years, told everything to, then who told everyone.

To the girl who fed my addiction, taught me about cutting, bought me a razor, and ever since the first time i’ve did it, i’ve done it every single night since.

To the ex best friend who left me in my most desperate state.

To my […]

3/15/2012 4 comments

Why I’m cutting

by lostchild445 3/14/2012

written by lostchild445

The blood flows from my arms
You cry and tell my that I need to stop
You don’t understand.
This is what keeps me alive.
This proves I’m still human deep down.
This shows me I can still bleed, that I can still feel.
The razor is my best friend now.
He never judges.
He’s there when I need him.
He let’s me take my feelings out.
It’s not healthy it’s what makes you right.
This makes me right.
No matter how sick and twisted it sounds, its what keeps me sane.
If the price to pay is a little blood and […]

3/14/2012 1 comment

Relapse is once… I’ve gone back to using

by lostchild445 3/13/2012

written by lostchild445

After a day of failing 3 tests, being taunted about my girl, and getting nothing accomplished, I’m back to square one. Hello razor. Goodbye wrists.

3/13/2012 3 comments

i’m only fifeteen..

by kerithh 3/9/2012

written by kerithh

it’s sad to think i’m only fifeteen and i have tried to kill myself two times. yes two times. my mom found me both times, in the bathroom. In seventh grade i lost my best friend to suicide, i just wanted to see her. so i thought if i cut deeper i would bleed out. i passed out and i woke up in the hospital. they gave me pills for depression and i had to go to therapy. the second time i tried to i almost OD on pills i found in my moms room, i couldn’t get the bottle open and i was screaming […]

3/9/2012 4 comments

the worst part is not being scared.

by never3nding 3/9/2012

written by never3nding

Its not being scared to kill yourself. Its waiting for it to happen and actually coming up with plan. Buying the pills and the razor. Thats the worst.

3/9/2012 4 comments

Relapse

by lostchild445 3/5/2012

written by lostchild445

i was doing good. I had gone a week without a single relapse. But then, like something wanted me to do it, I found my razor on the floor, just sitting there. It wasnt there before. But there it was. All the pain and suffering I feel, all the hate and frustration I have, it all hit me at once. And there was my ticket to euphoria… Relapse number four since I left the mental hospital… Proof that I’m too far gone to save anymore.

3/5/2012 6 comments

I can’t take it anymore.

by babyblue0713 2/13/2012

written by babyblue0713

I’ve been struggling for so long.
I’ve battled self harm for almost a year now. I can’t stop.
My parents found out, but they don’t know the truth and don’t know how bad it is.
I feel so alone.
I’ve attempted suicide three times. Three fucking times.
None of my friends ask me how I’m doing. Not even my boyfriend asks me anymore.
I’m so alone here. I’m so scared for what I can do to myself.
If I pick up that razor again, I’m afraid I’ll go too deep, cutting something important.
But the sick thing is, I want to.
I do badly want […]

2/13/2012 3 comments

“so” again.

by come_pick_me_up 1/30/2012

written by come_pick_me_up

God I’m so fucking miserable, so fucking depressed AGAIN. and i’m just sitting here trying to tell myself it’s not ME it’s just in my head. just my messed up brain telling me i’m not okay cuz there’s nothing to be really sad about. unless i think about it. which is easy to do when you’re alone. easy to do when you can never shut your head up.

a couple of nights ago i was just laying in bed waiting for sleep to take me, and instead of thinking about my shitty stupid day i started day dreaming. and in this dream (which part of me […]

1/30/2012 4 comments

Smoking

by Ashley444 1/14/2012

written by Ashley444

I have kind of an odd question.

First, let me preface that question with a little information. I have smoked on and off for the last three years. For the last year or so, it’s mostly been on. The reason I started was because I figured that it could replace some of my less-than-desirable hobbies (ie, cutting and burning myself). And surprisingly, it worked. That’s not to say I don’t still harm myself, but it’s definitely less often then before. I think it may be the combination of the calming effects of smoking and the fact that it is just a different (albiet long-term) means of […]

1/14/2012 6 comments

Wilting violet wants to die

by violentviolet 12/31/2011

written by violentviolet

Hello all, first apologizies for any typos, as am writing on my ipod. Anyway, well, I guess what brought me to this site is how sad and hopeless i feel. I’ve been struggling with depression since the age of 5; that was when I first had suicidal thoughts. My parents neglected meto the point of abandonment. After my father severely abused me, my mom and siblings we fled to my grandmother’s care. We were better but still faced poverty, hunger and chaos; along with my grandma lived my gangbanger cousin who brought drugs, sex and violence into our home and a schitzophrenic uncle who was […]

12/31/2011 3 comments

Confused?

by DrownInSorrows 12/29/2011

written by DrownInSorrows

Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Am iÂ finally happy?

Finally putting theÂ razor andÂ knife down?

Finally putting theÂ bottle ofÂ pills down?

ConfusedÂ much….. i think yes,,,,,, hear me and help me plzÂ dont yell at me.

12/29/2011 1 comment

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