There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Some kids are so depressed at home and with how people treat them in school that they cut themselves. This happens all… — Chester Bennington Copy Share Image
My death from the wrists, two name tags, blood worn like a corsage to bloom one on the left and one on… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
A broken mirror a bleeding fist a silver blade against a wrist tears falling down to lips un-kissed, she's not the kind… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
When will you understand? It's not just a cut... It's not just a scar... It's my soul crying for help — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I inscribe three lines, hush hush hush, into my skin. Ghosts trickle out. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Here's me opening my wrists before breakfast, Christmas day, and here's you asking if it hurt. Here's where I choose between mea… — Michael Donaghy Copy Share Image
“Every lineament of the girl's wasted body is a testament to her inner turmoil. Willow can only imagine what kind of pain… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
Mutilation is the badge that can never be taken off, and sets us apart from all others. Pain is important to the… — Clive Barker Copy Share Image
That was when I cut my arms with a razor blade as a means of creative expression. I only did it lightly,… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
No one need punish me for any wrongs, real or imagined. I am very good at doing it all by myself. I… — Katharine O'Shea Copy Share Image
One really ought to be afraid of self-torture. But it tempted me. It begged. The dark place that my mind was fast… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
I stopped. She was bleeding after all. Perfect lines crossed her wrists, not near any crucial veins, but enough to leave wet… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
And I am still alive-what though, my damnation is eternal. A man who deliberately mutilates himself is truly damned, is he not?… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
“I decry the injustice of my wounds, only to look down and see that I am holding a smoking gun in one… — Craig D. Lounsbrough Copy Share Image
When you're starving or wrapped up in a cycle of binge-ing-and-purging, or sexually obsessed with (someone), it is very hard to think… — Caroline Knapp Copy Share Image
When I was younger crying always seemed to be the answer. Now that I'm older crying seems to be the only option. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Used to be that my whole body was my canvas-hot cuts licking my ribs, ladder rungs climbing my arms, thick milkweed stalks… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Don't fall into the trap of pretending everything's fine when you know it isn't. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
At least you know where you are with blood. At least other people can see it. — Emma Forrest Copy Share Image
I don't necessarily want to be happy; I just want to stop feeling miserable. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Told I talked too much made too much noise I took up a silent hobby; Bleeding. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Why can't I remember our family Christmas, or a warm spring day, or anything that might have been pleasant? It is as… — Caroline Kettlewell Copy Share Image
