A knife is neither true nor false, but anyone impaled on its blade is in error. — Rene Daumal Copy Share Image
She's an artist, her wrist is her canvas and her blade is her paint brush — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Their weapons aren’t illegal, yet they cut me deeper than a blade ever could.” — Kathryn Perez Copy Share Image
“A civilization for ever within easy reach of a blade had little to boast about.” — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
Time Is A Double Sided Blade, If You Know How To Use It You're Gonna Be Safe, But If You Dont Know… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
You've got a mouth like a razor-blade. It cuts so deep. So kiss my wrists, my neck and give me eternal sleep. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“But have a care! It is a bitter blade, and steel serves only those that can wield it. It will cut your… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“You’d beat the hell out of each other over me?” Blade crouched at her side, so they were eye to eye. “Don’t… — Susan Hayes Copy Share Image
My cuts have spread from my wrists to my thighs. One day I'll be covered in red ribbons of blood, but the… — Leslie Copy Share Image
When I first heard people cut I thought it was strange, and I didn't know how people could put harm on themselves… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
We've let the blade of our innocence dull over time, and it's only in innocence that you find any kind of magic,… — Sean Penn Copy Share Image
“His clothes, the way he talks, and everything else about him. I think he doesn't fence with a straight blade, if you… — Christina Daley Copy Share Image
I cut the wrist of my left hand Drupping, dripping, Dieing, sitting here crying Sighing, listening to your Lying Do I even… — Fading_scars Copy Share Image
“I am the blade that is swung by your hand, Slicing a rainbow's arc, I am the clapper, but you are the… — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
I think over time I've learned to stop being a screamer and get interactive; otherwise, you get killed in Hollywood. I stopped… — Ridley Scott Copy Share Image
Our nano-quadrotor robots are made to be as lightweight as possible: less than a fifth of a pound and palm-sized. They can… — Vijay Kumar Copy Share Image
“A six-inch blade. I smiled. Did he buy it? It was actually just shy of four—but very nicely weighted—and as Aunt Bernice… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I sit with crisp lined paper and a pencil in my hands. The once clean paper is dotted red with the blood… — Leslie Copy Share Image
Silence Only tears As I press the blade Against my pale skin Red The blood flows From the wounds Echoing my inner… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“When they ask you where you're from, tell them your name was fleshed from the toothless mouth of a war-woman. That you… — Ocean Vuong Copy Share Image
Some call it crazy Some say its sick But I think its freedom The pain is fierce but quick Some say that… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Suicide It's all I think about Suicide Can't get it out Suicide So hard to resist Suicide resist the urge to slit… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Yeah, it stings. But at least I feel something. Something besides hungry. Something besides afraid. Weird. I always thought cutters were sick.… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
How the world looks from my suicidal eyes razor: you can slit your wrists with me bridge: you can jump off me… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
So much pain, I keep inside From this game, I always hide Noone knows, why I act the way I do because… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It all started off with just a simple cut. I swore I'd never do it again. Then I found myself thinking of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
How hard must I press before the knife breaks skin, How much pain must I endure before the blade slides in, These… — Im Nothing Copy Share Image
The cold icy blade, running across my skin, Sending chills down my spine. Crimson blood running down my wrist, Dripping down drop… — Im Nothing Copy Share Image
