Every fear, every night terror, every hour I cried for Liev, every fight with Sebastian is registered as a neat white scar. — Emma Forrest Copy Share Image
these are the screams within these are the life streams bleeding from skin — Patrick Jones Copy Share Image
Death is God's way of saying you're fired. Suicide is humans way of saying you can't fire me, I quit. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Shedding off one more layer of skin, Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within. — Bob Dylan 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
Sometimes it hurts more to smile in front of everyone, then to cry all alone. — 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
And with tears of blood he cleansed the hand, The hand that held the steel: For only blood can wipe out blood,… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“I am not "cured"--I know I never will be. I will always crave that pain to keep me centered. I will always… — J. Kenner Copy Share Image
You start life with a clean slate. Then you begin to make your mark. You face decisions, make choices. You keep moving… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“This time the skin seperates and she blinks her way back into the universe, watches the valley fold open, the blood seaming… — Martha O'Connor Copy Share Image
I hurt myself today to see if I could feel. I hurt myself, you said to try to make him feel. So… — Tori Amos 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
I get fixated when I'm bleeding -- I can see why they went in for blood-letting in the medieval times because it… — Russell Brand Copy Share Image
I wanted to die, then. I wanted to destroy the body I was trapped in, become what she was, no matter what… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Cold glass, how you insert yourself Between myself and myself. I scratch like a cat. The blood that runs is dark fruit-… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Somehow however just knowing that I could fully expect unhappiness to return – if not predictably then nevertheless reliably – was strangely… — Caroline Kettlewell 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
“Well how many troubles should equal a legitimate reason for self-mutilation? Ten? Twenty? One hundred? And how monumental must these troubles be?… — Caroline Kettlewell 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
“Willow sees her before any of the others. A walking skeleton, the victim of some terrible wasting disease, like something out of… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“When you have a persistent sense of heartbreak and gutwrench, the physical sensations become intolerable and we will do anything to make… — Bessel A. van der Kolk Copy Share Image
For exactly the same reason, it is sometimes satisfying to cut yourself and bleed. On those gray [sic] days where eight in… — Augusten Burroughs Copy Share Image
It was that summer, too, that I began the cutting, and was almost as devoted to it as my newfound loveliness. I… — Gillian Flynn Copy Share Image
“She was not suicidal; that is what people never managed to grasp. Cutting relieved the pressure and stood as some enduring demonstration… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“Further evidence for the pathogenic role of dissociation has come from a largescale clinical and community study of traumatized people conducted by… — Judith Lewis Herman Copy Share Image
“I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. Because they are all you have. Because any attention… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
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