My name is B and I’m lost. I don’t think it’s even possible to be found anymore. You see, I came out of the factory broken. I’m just one of those people that bad things happen to. It’s a fact of life, one I always just accepted. But these past few years have been making it harder to trudge on. I get better, then get worse, then seem to get better again before I fall into a deep dark pit. I can’t tell anyone around me that I need help. I can’t let them know I’m not perfect. I feel like admitting that would make […]
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Scar
She was such a lovely girl, always smiling and laughing, never without a friend. Until she left.
It started like a typical morning for her. the screamo waking her up in the morning she started her routine. getting her uniform on, then putting her hair in a bun, then her makeup. She turned off the music and went upstairs. 6:38 read the clock, time for her to go to the bus stop. She sneaked into her parents room and said goodbye to her mom. Then she went out the door. But not before putting an object that would change her life later in the day. […]
Spend all day In a trap house doinq the obvious.Couple of my friends,two hoes and me.
Do you know what It feels like to be surrounded but Isolated???Like If everyone around you Is there but your casper the qhost.I left without lettinq anyone know and no call,no txt sayinq hey why’d you leave?Nothinq.Theres so many fraud ass people In Houston It’s crazy.I wanna cut sssssoooooo BAD!!!!! but I threw away my razor two months aqo and any new razor Is just qonna leave a scar that Isen’t qonna qo away!
I just wanna drop everythinq and start a new life.
Everyday it’s a constant struggle on trying not to cut. Not only thy but seeing all the many scar that completely cove my thigh  I’m trying my best to try and have god back in my life I fell like I need him mor than my razor . I really have tried I tell my friends but they  dont care at all. It sucks not hacing a true friend  thy will respond but I’m just trying my best
The pain i feel is real. Sometimes the hurt takes over and the scar in my heart is like a tunnel without the light at the end of it.
That would be, if i would make the puzzle. But thank God, i’m only a piece, made to fit perfectly.
Maybe the dark minutes are part of the plan.
”We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed; always carrying in the body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in our bodies. For […]
The first time I tried to commit suicide I was relatively young. Thinking back, I’m not sure why I tried. I just got so tired of living. It’s not that I had no friends, I had a bunch, but I didn’t really have any real ones. I knew my friends talked about me behind my back, we all did. It wasn’t the fact that they did it, it was just that they said such horrible things about me and acted so nice to me. Then another something happened at home. My mom and I fought so much, it was horrible. She would scream, yell, tell me […]
Every bad memory is replaying.
Replaying in my mind.
Over and over and over.
Like my mind is set on rewind.
Like my mind is set on repeat.
Why can’t these terrible memories just go away?
These memories are destroying me.
They are breaking me down.
They are making me weak.
Making me hurt.
Making my whole body ache.
I want to push the eject button.
I want it all to disappear.
I wonder if sometimes people give the slightest though of what they are about to do to you and your heart. Do they ever wonder if they are going to leave a scar? Or a hole, or just some broken pieces that seem almost in possible to fix back? I just wonder what they think when they want to leave you, I wonder if they see…how much tears you will cry for them. I wonder…do I ever cross they’re mind. Or when they leave me there to hold myself up. Fight for myself. They just leave, and sooner or later they come back…and your so […]
I thought I was finally okay…
I had found the guy of my dreams…
He loves me scares and all…
He loves me for me…
He helps me up when I fall
And holds me close when cry
But i’ve slipped to far this time…
Farthest I’ve ever fallen….
I know I’m loved by at least one.
But each and everyday I feel
Self hate building stronger.
I’ve attempted to change myself…
Hateing the result each and every time…
I’ve tried to end it well over a hundred times….
But yet I’m still sitting here crying in pain…
The blood from my cuts seep down my wrist climbing over each scar…
He begs for me to not give up….
But this is […]
Everything seems like a good idea when you’re drunk…
I spared little emotion for my friends. none for my family. none for all those I had seen just the night before, there’s nothing that can have you writhing on the floor like angry pain blown up by a bottle of whiskey. but that’s who I was. This was any other night. just like the one a couple months ago where my friends rescued me from the police, just like the one the other week where I had rode a flight of stairs.
A text from the ex, oh yeah that woman who had left me for another […]
I’ve been a cutter since I was 11 or 12.. since before I knew why I liked it, or that other people in the world did it.
It may be a dangerous addiction, but I argue that it isn’t worse than drugs or alcohol or smoking.
I basically live in long sleeves and pants, but in ten years, I’ve slipped up and had some scars spotted by friends, family, co-workers.
I find some morbid fascination in people’s reactions and wondered what kind of reactions other people on here have received.
These days, I only keep close friends who understand my issues, but when I was a kid, […]
I hate feeling this way. I almost can’t take it anymore. If I don’t cut, I’m going to explode. But if I do, everything else will go to shit. And I’ll have one more disgusting scar on my body that I’ll ave to look at every day for the rest of my life. When does this end? Seriously. When will this be over? It’s like the word suicide is my new word for hope. It’s as comforting to me as hope used to be. I don’t have hope anymore. I just have these overwhelming feelings and only one way out. That scares me.
i wanna leave this “world” aka my hell
i dont like walking round school and hearing people talk about me and laughing or writing shit about me on facebook or girls toilets,i dont want for everyone to look at me like im no good for anyone.
i couldnt help what happen to me,people say to me why didnt u scream help or rape,unless u wanted it to happen but i cant say what i want to say,i want to tell them why i didnt scream,cos when your so scared you try to scream but the words wont come out,inside your screaming so […]
Omfg i screwed… Stupid me just made a promise i know i wont b able to keep… I promise my friend whom i call my sister Ember that i wouldn’t cut till my birthday not even on my birthday and i mean its not that far but to me it feels like a eternity my bday is on the 16th this month.. And every year since i was 6 years old i would cut my hip (where the bone is) and i would cut deep enough i would almost need stitches but not deep enough that it would leave a scar.. But i would dip […]
‘Well, I know the feeling,
Of finding yourself stuck out on the ledge,
And there ain’t no healing,
From cutting yourself with the jagged edge,
I’m telling you that, it’s never that bad,
Take it from someone who’s been where you’re at.’
Damn, I love Nickelback.
Anyways. Feeling depressed :I and obviously suicidal.
Did i tell you guys about the day before my birthday? Well, I didn’t really know much about Daniel then, I just knew that I had a voice in my head that was driving me crazy. For some reason I thought I could release the voice inside my head by scratching at my hand until […]
Please, if I may reach out to anyone that can help me. I have been cutting on my thighs, and scars remain there. My family has decided that we should go to the beach for the last bit of summer. I have a pool, but all I do to hide my scars is wear shorts. They think I’m weird for doing this, but do not question it.
I’m not sure if I can get away with shorts on the beach. I am not old enough to refuse the beach, nor go to a store to buy scar creme. If you are experienced with these matters, please […]
Dear Jackie, I remember a lot of years you had a lot of issues. I saw the cuts on your wrist.. and when we asked you, you told us they were the cat. I guess I believed you at first but then it came clear. your step father raped you.. you had deliberatley hurt yourself.. I was wrong to say all of the things I said to you in front of people.. I didnt know how hard it was to deal with those things. I truly am sorry.. I now know what its like to feel these feelings.. I know what its like to be […]
This song means a lot to me.. Not sure if anyone else can relate.
Versus the world – Love every scar
I fell in love every scar on her wrists
And sad eyes told a story of every
Great thing that she’d missed
She doesnt call here anymore
She didn’t even say goodbye
Just a kiss blown to
The wind we didn’t catch in time
This can’t be right the night has just begun
And I already feel like I’m dead
I know I shouldn’t hate myself
I should be blaming this on you instead
Instead I’ll rewind these weeks in my mind
And I don’t think I’ll […]
oh im so tired, really tired emotionally and physically and mentally, the urge to cut is getting stronger, whats one more scar right? errghh well i have to go out today, maby its good, i might get some distraction but if i dont mann im going to feel worse when i come back.anyhows hopefully you guys have something resembling a good day 🙂
The thing about my sister, is that she is mean. Not only that, but she doesn’t realize that when she tells people these mean, horrible things, that they are affected by it. That what she says to me, makes me feel worse about myself. How many times have I cut myself over things she said or did to me? Too many. How many pills did I try to overdose on, July 1 2010? Over 40. That same year, I overdosed again on August 23. The second Monday in school. That same year, months earlier, I tied together a bunch of knee high socks, and tried […]