Self Harm isn't Funny.It's not.Self Harm isn't Funny.4 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 Harm5 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.
Self Harm?A scar,Self Harm?7 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 Harm11 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 HarmWhen you look into the mirrorSelf Harm11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
See that person staring back
You know that it's not who you were
And slowly start to crack
That person has become you
You can feel it in your veins
The moment overtakes you
And to take away your pain...
You hate the person you've become
But there's nothing left to do
The nightmare's just beginning so
You have to see it through
The pain you're feeling has to end
Everyone around you lied
It consumes your very mortal soul
It burns you deep inside...
So reach for the vodka
Reach for the blade
Knock back yet another shot
Without the lemonade
Apply the pressure, break the skin
You're going round the bend
Feel the blood rush from within
This torture has to end...
You slowly crawl back to your bed
And cover up the stains
Noisy voices in your head
Distract you from the pain
You don't know what's worth living for
Or why you're still alive
You wish the pain would go away
You wish that you would die...
So reach for the vodka
Reach for the blade
Knock back yet another
self harmI could pour my heart out to youself harm8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But still you wouldn't understand
I didn't want it to turn out this way
This isn't how it was planned
My world was broken
Right before my eyes
I needed a way to cope
Without more problems to arise
So many thoughts
Spinning around my head
Then came the blood
Deepest of red
The scars I made
Ran deeper and deeper
There for a life time
Forever a keeper
The harm that is caused
Isn't a way of seeking attention
A way of escaping
The permanent detention
The scars show a cry for help
To somebody out there
To help the damaged soul inside
To finally repair