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
I'm sorry. NOT.I'm sorry that I'm not you.I'm sorry. NOT.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm sorry that I'm not skinny.
And that I'm not cut out for a model.
I'm sorry that I don't have a fake tan.
And that I prefer to keep my skin natural.
I'm sorry that my hair is red.
And not a fake bleach blonde like yours.
I'm sorry that I don't wear clothes that reveal too much.
And that I prefer to wear band t shirts and jeans.
I'm sorry that I don't wear those massive hoop earrings.
That I think are uncomfortable.
I'm sorry that I don't listen to the same music as you.
That I don't like the overplayed RnB songs and prefer Heavy Metal.
I'm sorry that I don't act like you.
That I don't go out every Friday night to night clubs and prefer to stay indoors and read, draw or write.
I'm sorry that I'm not as popular as you.
That I don't go around in a big group trying to act cool.
I'm sorry that I'm not as pretty as you.
That I don't cake my face with make up and just wear eyeliner.
So that's all I want to say.
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.
The Stories of Ten GirlsImogen walked through the hallway, head down low with her hoodie, its long sleeves covering her arms and her black hair covering her eyes. A lot of glares and whispers from her peers.The Stories of Ten Girls3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh god, there is she is" she heard a voice. It was the typical popular blonde skinny girl that everyone loved
"She's such a freak" one of her friends joined in
"Attention seeker or what?"
Imogen, however, decided to ignore these mean girls and not tamper with their ways because she always knew the price to pay for retaliation. Suddenly, she felt something hit her at the back of the head, causing her to fall down.
"Emo!" shouted the jock who pushed her over
"Emo! Emo! Emo! Emo!" All of the popular kids all chanted together.
Quickly, Imogen got up and ran down the hall, the kids still chanting at her.
"Awwwww, is she gonna cut again?" that same popular girl laughed.
"Boo hoo!" another one laughed
Whilst poor Imogen was running, she felt balls of paper hitting her and people attempting to kick her and trip
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.
Am I Invisible to You?Can you see me?Am I Invisible to You?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you hear what I say?
Can you feel my presence,
Coming your way?
On the outside I'm quiet
Not a word is said,
But inside I'm screaming
Screaming to be heard and not left
Why am I always the one that's left out?
What makes me so different?
I try to join in,
But it always ends the same
I give up
I don't want this anymore
I'm leaving you all
And slowly drifting away
Do you notice I'm gone?
Or was I always invisible to you?
Do you care that I've left?
Do you care that I've been unchained?
I'm gone and yet you carry on
But that's just fine with both of us
Because to you, I'm the silent one
Who you never gave a chance
Am I still invisible?
Or am I still here?
Because either way, I'm not coming back
Because I'm gone.
Self HarmWhen you look into the mirrorSelf Harm10 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 got these scars,Self-Harm4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Each has a story to tell,
A story to yell!
Cut deep into my arm,
But hey, it just a little self-harm.
No need to ring an alarm.
I can make it by,
And make it through
With a little help from you.
I love your hug,
Your warm embrace.
Your little dash of grace.
You're the sun on my rainy day;
The icing to my cake.
All I need is you to warm me up.
Cradle my insecurities.
Yet you cause my pain.
Attract the rain.
And make the blood freeze in my veins.
Take a deep breath,
Cringe if you must.
Look at my arm.
Read my stories of lust.
Burdened with pain,
Burned with the flame.
Yes, this is an arm,
Scared with self-harm.