Self Harm isn't Funny.It's not.Self Harm isn't Funny.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
So why do you continue to laugh?
Is it really that funny to you?
Well, you wouldn't laugh if you'd known what me and these other people have been through.
You use silly labels such as "emo" and "psycho" to anyone who does it.
Is that really appropriate?
Let me explain something to you.
Some people self harm because of bullying.
I've been there myself.
Some people self harm because of family problems.
Some people self harm because of personal problems they may not want to share.
Self harm is caused by many things and believe me, it's one of the least funniest things to have happened in this world.
So let me ask you this:
How would you feel if someone was dragging you down everyday with harmful words?
How would you feel if you were constantly getting harassed online?
How would you feel if you received physical attacks everyday?
How would you feel if untrue rumors were going around about you?
How would you feel if your family turned against you?
How would you feel if you
Self HarmI have an addiction.Self Harm4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It is called Self-Harm.
Self-harmers enjoy cutting, burning, and mutilating themselves. The term is widely misunderstood.
We dont do it for the attention, we don't do it because we want to die.
We do it for the high. For the rush and the initial "Woah" of the first cut or burn.
We do it because it makes us feel better. Scientifically, the release of blood pumps adrenaline and endorphins through us. Which makes us happy.
But for me, drawing a razor across my skin and seeing the blood flow, is an ecstacy. I love it, and I hate it. So much.
At the same time.
Seeing myself bleed is a way for my emotions to be let out. It's an escape. For those of you who don't understand self-harm, you could just say, "Oh, just stop it. Just stop. I'll take away all your razors and lighters and knives and cigarettes, Just quit. It isnt that hard."
Self Harm is an ADDICTION.
Because of YouYou see her?Because of You4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yeah, the one sitting quietly at the table.
That's the one, the one with reddish hair.
Do you see the amount of make up she's wearing?
A lot of eyeliner isn't it?
She wears it because you made fun of her in year 8 for not wearing make up when she was simply listening to the school rules.
Now, she feels like she needs make up to look beautiful.
That's right. This is because of you.
Do you see the clothes she's wearing?
Black jeans, studs, nothing you would call "fashionable"
Well, when she tried those sorts of clothes, all you did was laugh and ridicule her and made her feel intimidated.
Now she feels more comfortable wearing black clothes since she doesn't want to show her fashionable side.
That's right. This is because of you.
Have you noticed how shy she is?
That she never starts a conversation with anybody unless she's spoken too
That's because when she did her performance in drama class and really tried hard, all you did was laugh at her and bring her down.
Now she won
Self Harm?A scar,Self Harm?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In silence drawn,
Dont be a fool,
Why cut and burn
Behind closed doors,
Springs to mind
When I say:
Are you repulsed?
You are ignorant.
Learning for learnings sake,
Pain for pains sake.
A flicker of flame,
The glint of a blade.
Should anyone find out
My little secret.
Scars are little.
The surface heals.
We cut skin?
Scars are visible,
Pain to show the world.
And you dont realise,
Self-harm cuts deeper.
Self HarmA cross upon my wrist,Self Harm10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Blood that makes me sane,
Release a heavy burden,
Of never ending pain.
A mark for my regret,
A cut across my arm,
Trying to find my comfort,
My comfort is self harm.
Self Harm, my storySelf harm...Self Harm, my story5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Oh is so beautiful, wonderful even. You feel the bade or the flame, or whatever and you just sigh in relief. Oh how fucking awesome is this? To become addicted to seeing your own blood. To come to need the pain to feel alright. You become like a chain smoker that needs his nicotine and without it, he's just a jumpy mess.
But that is everyone else. I'm a cutter myself and the blade is so nice.
The first cut is always the shallowest and over time, you go deeper and deeper; seeing how far you can go. Then you just dig and dig, needing to see how much blood can flow.
But you can't forget the scars, that begin to appear. Over time it becomes a collection. At first you hide the scars; long sleeves for me. Then for some reason you tell someone, then some more people until you have a small group that knows. Why you tell? I don't know...
Then you start getting help. Why? I don't know.
But the scars are still there.
And eventually you start getting better.
But the scars are s