“the way you speak of yourself the way you degrade yourself into smallness is abuse -self-harm” — Rupi Kaur Copy Share Image
Would you still love me if I cut myself? If I killed myself? Would you even notice? Would you even care? — Kaile Stewart Copy Share Image
She can paint a lovely picture, but the story has a twist. Her paintbrush is a razor, her canvas is her wrist. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I think the cuts on my arms are pretty. They're kind of like battle scars. They show my struggles and triumphs. — Cuts And Scars Copy Share Image
~You promise you wont ever hurt yourself again, but you still keep the blades, just in case~ — Anonymous Copy Share Image
There is only one effective antidote for mental suffering and that is physical pain. — Karl Marx Copy Share Image
I'm so fucking depressed you can't even see. you look right past my fake smile and watch me bleed. — Patience Copy Share Image
I wanna die… I dont need anybody… nothing makes me happy… no one loves me… I hate my life… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
In case you didn't know, dead people don't bleed. If you can bleed-see it, feel it-then you know you're alive. It's irrefutable,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
My paintbrush is my razor, my body is my canvas. so many pictures cover my body. with each picture I paint, the… — Lauren Copy Share Image
When I go, please dont cry. dont shed 1 tear, or fear. I never mattered to you anyways, so why act like… — Patience Copy Share Image
She felt so much emotionally, she would say, that a physical outlet - physical pain - was the only way to make… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The saddest part isn't that with each passing day I feel like I need you more, but its the fact that you… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I hold the blade in trembling hands Prepare to make it, but Just then the phone rang, I never had the nerve… — Pink Floyd Copy Share Image
I have blood dripping from my arm this very moment, I bet you don't care. you want me gone. you say you… — Patience Copy Share Image
“And she knows then that she was right about her brother, that it takes an unbelievable strength to feel this kind of… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
Self Harris serious. Five cuts or a hundred, scratches or deep wound, barely visible or scars for life. The pain that a… — Slowly_fading Copy Share Image
Depression Sadness grips my body, Wrapped in a blanket of despair, Can't see to think clearly and frankly I don't care, Why… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I never wanted to fall in love, certainly not like this. I never loved someone like this in my whole life, and… — Olivia Wander Copy Share Image
Just a cut Just a scratch What's that mark? It was just the cat. Just an excuse ... Just another lie What's… — Patience Copy Share Image
What's it like, Lexy? You wake up and you feel - what? Heaviness, an ache inside, a weight, yes. A soft crumpling… — Carolyn Parkhurst Copy Share Image
“The degree of satisfaction and relief lessened each time she opened a new wound, each time she drank a mouthful of her… — John Ajvide Lindqvist Copy Share Image
I feel so alone, I'm hopeless in life, I try to be happy but only find it with a knife, It slips… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Far to much blood. Far to many tears. Fate has mocked me, Walked at my side, All of my years. I wanted… — Eric Nickel Copy Share Image
