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Pills

by curlylion720 10/8/2014

written by curlylion720

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I am a 14 year old teenager, depressed and suicidal. I know this may sound stupid but does anyone know any pills that will make me pass out if I overdose? I am not exactly trying to kill myself, just a way of revealing my pain to my parent without having to actually talk to them, but let’s just say I wouldn’t care if I died overdosing.

I know I will receive lots of “don’t do this” “you don’t deserve life” and “you’re worth it” but I don’t believe any of that. I hate my life and myself so much, I don’t think anything or anyone […]

10/8/2014 9 comments

Hiding scars

by curlylion720 10/8/2014

written by curlylion720

I have been cutting for about three months now. I cut my wrists, legs and stomach. I have been very good at hiding them, at least I thinks so, but now I have a problem. I’m sick therefore not going to school and left alone at home for the day. My mom’s friend is a doctor and my mom asked her to come over and check upon me, find out why I’m sick and how to recover. I’m so scared that the doctor is going to make me undress, because I’ve been to doctors loads of times before I started self harming and many times […]

10/8/2014 6 comments

Thighs

by Lacie1223 6/13/2014

written by Lacie1223

I stared at my wrists,

Thin, pale scars stared back.

I promised everyone I would quit,

Mainly so they would leave me alone.

Words running through my mind.

Words carved on my arms.

Hate, ugly, fat, unloved.

The words that made me feel so small,

Permanently carved into my skin.

Everyone thinks I’m doing better,

that all the harsh words have stopped.

But they haven’t.

Everyone thinks I’ve stopped cutting,

But no one ever checks thighs.

6/13/2014 0 comment

Eating Disorder?

by SecretFeelings 8/28/2013

written by SecretFeelings

I don’t know. I battle this little thing in my head that tells me to stop eating. “Stop eating! Your thighs are getting bigger, your appearance is getting uglier. Stop!” But I don’t listen. I eat away. No, I don’t throw it up, I don’t take laxatives. Nothing. I’m afraid that someday, that voice will win. I want to to stop. I’m craving the taste of hunger pains. It’s an urge inside of me. Why am I like this? I know I will accomplish not eating. I know it. But when?

8/28/2013 4 comments

The Itch.

by Dez 8/1/2013

written by Dez

I’m not sure if I’m alone on this or not, but I know I’m not the Â only cutter here.

I’ve been a cutter for almost a year now and I have to admit my life has gone to shit since then. I’ve tried quitting in the past but I get this…itch…when I don’t cut for awhile.

See, I cut on my thighs and if I don’t cut there’s this unreachable itch that over takes my legs. I want to scratch but there’s nothing to scratch! The only thing that’ll make it go away is to use my razor. I’ve tried to ignore, but sometimes it’s too strong […]

8/1/2013 3 comments

Remember, It takes one friend to save a life..

by UndeadArmy 7/23/2013

written by UndeadArmy

i see nothing at all, no happines
When i tried to commit suicide i was serious about it. I locked my door turned my music on loud and ignored the knocks. Well i laid down my tools of trade, a bottle of vodka, to hide my shame, a razor at the wrist nothing would be missed. I.. I took a drink then grabbed my razor as i sat over a towel and just cut my thighs to hell i could barely walk after.. I called my best […]

7/23/2013 6 comments

Hate Mail!(:

by PierceTheVeilAddict 6/16/2013

written by PierceTheVeilAddict

So how many of you have gotten hate mail before? I bet a lot of you have and, let me tell you now, it isn’t fun right?

Honestly, I like getting hate mail because it shows how many judgmental sons of bitches are in this goddamn world. I’ve been told that my scars from self-harm/cutting were FAKE.

Seriously?! Do my fucking scars really look fake? What do I do, spend hours in front of the mirror drawing every single scar on my wrist, stomach, chest, shoulders, arms, thighs, legs, and ankles? I spend ten hours making sure each scar is there and then I cover it up […]

6/16/2013 3 comments

You know you don’t care.

by i_have_a_secret 6/15/2013

written by i_have_a_secret

It’s 12:01 am. The sweat on my neck causes my hair to stick to the back of my neck. I’m lying in bed. I’m lying to myself. I tell myself that I’m ok. That things will get better. Just give it time. But how much Time? Time is a valuable thing to me. I only have so much of it.

It’s now 12:05 am. I wasted 4 precious minutes typing. 4 minutes ill never get back…

Now it’s 12:10. I’ve been writing for 9 minutes. And yet I feel no better. As a writer shouldn’t this make me happy? If not, at least a tad bit […]

6/15/2013 2 comments

Midnight Thoughts Destroy

by PierceTheVeilAddict 6/15/2013

written by PierceTheVeilAddict

It’s nearly midnight and what’s happening? The thoughts are returning…..The voices are speaking..no, YELLING at me >.< I can hear them now….. “Die ***** die!” “Who says you’re worth living?” “You don’t deserve to live. Your own parents didn’t even want you. HA!”

The thoughts destroy me, kill me, suffocate me, eat me alive. My demons…they’re real. They exist. I don’t want to go on but..I have to. Not just for myself. I’m not living for myself anymore. I’m living for him. And her. For them. They may not care about me but I love them with all my heart.

It’s like…I can scream at them and […]

6/15/2013 1 comment

My Body

by medownyou 6/9/2013

written by medownyou

My body…

As i lay i count the amount of scars on my body. My broken cut ridden scarred body…

I start counting, and only count what is still visible after months to years of time for the wounds to heal. My scars all have a story of their own, and all signify a problem, feeling of hopelessness and lost cause, emotionless, a perfect day in hiding.

I count 10…54…71… 84 well that’s it for those that are visible in my shorts and cut off T-shirt. Most of them aren’t visible and overlap so it’s impossible to get an accurate count of them the ones that i have […]

6/9/2013 0 comment

What Did I Do Wrong?

by Olivia Katelynn 5/21/2013

written by Olivia Katelynn

What did i do wrong?

Why are you always sad?

Why do you look so depressed?

Are you okay?

Is there any way is can help you?

Why dont you ever smile anymore?

What did i do wrong?

Why would you want to hurt?

Why do you intentionally harm?

What happened to your wrist?

Why are your thighs so bloody?

What did i do wrong?

Why do you dream of suicide?

Why would you want to die?

How can i make you stop?

How […]

5/21/2013 2 comments

On The Edge

by Olivia Katelynn 5/20/2013

written by Olivia Katelynn

I am on the edge. Trying to determine whether or not it’s time for me to die. I just want the curse to be lifted. I want to be set free. Happy again.

But what if dying is not as wonderful as it seems?

I don’t necessarily want to kill myself. But i think most of us on this site have contemplated it at least once before.

I recently made the decision not to eat any more. My stomach is too large. My thighs are too bulky. My arms are too fat. i hate being ugly. it sucks.

“Suicide is never the answer.” yeah, okay, i get that. But […]

5/20/2013 4 comments

When I started High school…

by SFTS 5/18/2013

written by SFTS

When I started high school I was a normal girl, I liked to laugh and make people laugh, I was loud but it wasn’t an obnoxious loud I just spoke my mind. But I started high school in a small town where everyone knew everyone and they didn’t accept outsiders, I was the outsider. I got bullied every day, by second semester I was tired of it. I felt bad for being weak under the pressure, so that made me feel worse. IÂ was always very insecure about my weight but it got worse in ninth grade, I took handfuls of diet pills everyday. I started […]

5/18/2013 0 comment

I am perfect

by table 5/10/2013

written by table

I am obviously perfect. I am the best person possible.

I am the most talented person who ever lived. Not being able to do anything well is the most important and amazing ability anyone could have.

I am the most handsome and good looking person ever. Who could ever say lazy eyes, thick messy hair, big head, giant thighs stomach and face, and an annoying voice is ugly?

I am the nicest and sociable person ever. Everyone loves how I say the most awkward things possible and the blank looks they give me mean they think I am the greatest person ever.

This doesn’t work at all.

5/10/2013 3 comments

3 months. 12 days.

by Charlotte 5/9/2013

written by Charlotte

first off, i just want to say that this may be provoking. sorry.

i have brunt myself, i have severly bruised myself, i have aerosol bruised myself. but i havent cut in over 3 months.

i used to be almost happy about my cuts. sometimes i would look in the mirror and smile at my pale thighs covered in red slashes , but other times i would stay up for hours at night crying into my pillow wishing they would dissapear. now im neither. the scars are starting to fade, but i know that i will have a constant reminder of my type of addiction

it feel like […]

5/9/2013 0 comment

A Cutting Story

by medownyou 5/9/2013

written by medownyou

May 8, 2013

Today is the day that the (I guess you can call it “my”) story is written.

Now i’m 19 years old. My body a nest for scars and memories that should have been long forgotten. Not all scars have stayed with me, and i hope that one day i’ll be free from them all. The sad reality of it is that some of those scars will never leave my skin, and always be a reminder of what i have done. It’s been mere days shy of 6 months without cutting myself for the relief that i have so desperately wanted during this time. The […]

5/9/2013 3 comments

Losing Hope

by lake-of-fire 5/7/2013

written by lake-of-fire

I have lost the will to live it takes alot to make me smile and hardly anything to upset me. I have no energy anymore have lost intrest in my favirote things. I first started starveing myself around age 16 because i always felt fat, ugly and stupid comared to everyone eles. Ill go a couple days without eating then give in and consume a sick amount of food only to feel horrible afterwards. Food is an enemy i regret every meal i eat.

Self hatred has caused me to cut myself which turned into an everyday vice. Iv developed a blood lust waiting and […]

5/7/2013 1 comment

what is wrong..

by serena 5/7/2013

written by serena

people want to act like there all big and bad but really in the inside there small and little and and i cant wait i iam not scared i am putting my self oout there i want to scream and i want to cry and let my anger and sadness out why i want to yell and wht did i do for this i owant to bleed because in reality ill be bleeding out what i feel but i dont want to let my love down he is the most important thing to me i hope hes not using me when i cut myself on […]

5/7/2013 0 comment

Can you believe it?

by TisxIxKasa 4/1/2013

written by TisxIxKasa

Last night, someone pointed out all my flaws. She told me about how I’m a burden to others. She gave reasons as to why it would be better if I was gone. She opposed all my life decisions. I know she has no right to tell me I’m living my life incorrectly, but I was taught to respect and listen to the thoughts of my elders.

She persuaded me to believe her. And I did.
I asked her to buy me pills so I could end my selfish activities. Instead, she called me stupid, selfish, and so many other words just because I insisted.
She then […]

4/1/2013 9 comments

The Suicide Train- poem

by amabel 3/20/2013

written by amabel

so yeah, this is a little poem i wrote, it isn’t very good :L but it means allot.

I watched her from the corner of my eye,
I could see all the blood on her thighs.
Her eyes were red and raw with tears,
she seemed brave but had hidden fears.

Why couldnâ€™t I see the tell tale signs,
I had been there before, life made from lies.
It leaves me curious and in pain,
Why did she do this to herself, her souls been slain.

I saw her jump out in front of that train,
I canâ€™t bare it I wish I felt her pain.
How could […]

3/20/2013 0 comment

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