Alternatives to Self-HarmDistractions
Scribble on photos of people in magazines
Viciously stab an orange
Throw an apple/pair of socks against the wall
Have a pillow fight with the wall
Scream very loudly
Tear apart newspapers, photos, or magazines
Go to the gym, dance, exercise
Listen to music and sing along loudly
Draw a picture of what is making you angry
Beat up a stuffed bear
Pop bubble wrap
Scribble on a piece of paper until the whole page is black
Filling a piece of paper with drawing cross hatches
Throw darts at a dartboard
Go for a run
Write your feelings on paper then rip it up
Use stress relievers
Build a fort of pillows and then destroy it
Throw ice cubes at the bathtub wall, at a tree, etc
Get out a fine tooth comb and vigorously brush the fur of a stuffed animal (but use gentle vigor)
Slash an empty plastic soda bottle or a piece of h
Perfectionist ComplexI know I can never be perfect.Perfectionist Complex2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know I can never win.
I know that.
But why do I always try so hard?
To strive to perfection, that's all I want.
Why can't I just be normal?
Why can't I be like everyone else?
That's all the same.
Laughing and crying are all the same things.
I can't be perfect.
I know that now.
I will be perfectly imperfect.
i Am PeRFeCt
DepressionHave you seen past that smile?Depression2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you seen past her makeup and fake laugh?
Haven't you wonder why she barely talk?
Haven't you wonder why she doesn't eat that much when she out?
Look pass that smile.
Look pass the makeup and fake laugh.
Look in to the pain.
Look in to the sadness.
She starves her self most days.
She doesn't talk for fare she will say the wrong things.
There is more to her then you know.
There is less of her ever day.
Depression takes over her body.
Depression takes over her mind.
Was It All A Lie?The funny thing is,Was It All A Lie?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can walk past me
And totally ignore me
Acting like I don't exist
Without an inch of guilt in your black heart
After all the things we have been through
After all the times we have been there for each other
And you act like it never happened
The funny thing is,
You can look in the mirror
Thinking you're the best
Thinking you are too good for everyone
After all the things I have done for you
After all the things we have put each other through
Through thick and thin
And totally forget that I was once in your life
That you needed me
That you loved me
It's like you're a totally different person,
In a totally different universe,
You don't know me anymore,
You don't want to know me anymore,
You don't love me anymore,
So please tell me this,
Did you ever love me,
Or was that just another lie you told me?
Was it all a lie?
For youI'll take the painFor you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The blood and the tears
If it means you are safe
If it means you are near
I'll carve up my skin
And bleed out all over
If it means you will stay
If it means it's not over
I'll take a bullet
And die on this day
If this means you're not coming
If this means you won't stay
Smile Through It AllSmile through it all, you say.Smile Through It All2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sorry, but I can't.
Sometimes 'smiling' won't cut it.
Sometimes 'smiling' won't help.
Sometimes all I can do is cry.
No matter how hard I try to 'smile',
All that comes out are tears.
Even if I try to hold it in,
They pour out like a waterfall of cold, wet misery.
I want to know something.
If smiling helped you,
Why didn't it help me?
Smiling isn't always helpful.
It's sometimes very useless.
It feels like another mask upon me.
If smiling helped so much,
why do I still cry?
I hate smiling.
It only causes more pain.
Broken ButterfliesI opened my mouth and coughed out the wingsBroken Butterflies2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Throwing up the colors,
From once beautiful things.
They crawl up my throat,
And pry through my teeth,
Revealing the darkness,
I've hid underneath.
Her words echo in my head,
I try to stand.
But fall instead.
They no longer had that fluttery feel.
I guess the love had lost its appeal.
I cough and clutch at the hole in my chest.
Is this just love at its best?
She said she hates the world.
But I know she loves it so,
I have seen her on the hill,
With the evening afterglow.
She feeds them with my beating heart
Like the sweetest tart.
While clutching at the hole in her chest,
Causing them to swarm in unrest.
Their wings are black and broken
Like words unspoken,
They flutter by silently
She stands atop the hill secluded.
While I watch her from the gate.
Next to the forgotten roads,
In the evening when it's late.
Passed where yellow flowers grow,
With all our secrets kept in the glow.
FoolI am a perfect daughterFool2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a perfect girl
I am educated, I am fragile
And I never do anything wrong
If my parents want me to do something
If my friends want me to do something
I am a terrible daughter
I am a terrible girl
I am rude, I am strong
And I always do everything wrong
If my parents want me to do something
It looks like I'm not able to do it
If my friends want me to do something
It looks like I don't want to do it
Dad, mom, do you really know me?
Do you know the battle that happens inside of me?
Do you know how much I hate you?
Do you know how much I love you?
Do you know how it's the feeling to hate and love somebody...
At the same time?
Do you know how much I hate myself?
Do you know how much I hate my friends?
Dad, mom, do you really know how people see me?
They think I'm intelligent, cute, shy, fragile
And a very good daughter
Why would I tell them who I really am?
If it's going to benefit me
It's better to let them live their illusion.
But the tr
CutCut2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feel the dullness on your arm.
Sweeping you away.
Being possessed by the devil.
Sharp anger pulses in.
Wet hands dripping on the floor.
Feet fighting it away.
Feel the dullness in your heart.
Killing you slowly.
Being consumed by the world.
Strong feelings composed outside.
Black blood flowing in your veins.
Will there ever be an escape?
Am I pretty yet?Am I pretty yet?2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Erik came home feeling great. He couldn't quite place it, but it was nice. Maybe it was the mid-november sun, or the new song he'd listened to that morning. Whatever it was, he didn't care. He was just happy.
Erik walked through his house, yelling out the names of his family members. No one answered. He dropped his bag and ran up the stairs. He made a sharp right turn and stopped in front of the red wooden door tha led to his mother's room. He slowly edged it open, expecting to find her sleeping soundly. To his suprise, she wasn't there at all. He walked further into the room, realizing he was alone in the house. This was unuasual, considering his mother didn't work and he had other siblings.
He liked his mother's room, it always smelt like roses and perfume. It was nice. Erik stepped in fron of the mirror and studied himself. He was sixteen, tall and thin. His long black curls just brushed his collar bone. He looked at his light eyes and pale face.
Erik noticed a little table at t
I am only happy when I cry.I am only happy when I cry.I am only happy when I cry.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can only smile through the tears.
I can only laugh between shaky breaths.
I can only dance in the rain.
Trust too much and fall too hard.
Take everything to heart.
Sometimes even in my back.
I put on a mask for everyone who looks.
A mask of a happy, bubbly girl
Without a care in the world.
The mask comes off when my door closes.
My dam bursts when the mask comes off.
My smile comes out when my tears stain my cheeks.
I laugh for real when I taste salt.
I am only happy when I cry.
I've been living off pain for a few years now.
It's sick and twisted.
I never cried.
Not even at funerals.
My chest feels heavy.
My stomach in a knot.
I feel like I'm crazy.
I sound it, right?
Memory's PainCut my chest open,Memory's Pain2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
let me bleed.
Find my soul
and set it free.
Tears of red,
Leave me be,
life's a blur.
Alone she treads
mist in moonlight,
a mirror broken.
Find withered dreams
in torn up pages,
for death is gained
in memory's pain.