Confessions about Self-Harm

1726) i’ve tried to cut. yes, i’ve broke skin. no i am not proud. but it relieves me. it might make me cry, but it gives me pride

1725) Cutting is the only thing that makes me feel…

1724) I cry when I can’t cut. I cut when I can’t cry. Now I can’t do either, and it’s tearing me apart.

1723) I harm because of everyone else’s problems. I’m the one that has to deal with it all. I’m the one who’s always happy. It’s us who cut the deepest and burn the longest.

1722) My mum forced me into going to see a GP about my cuts today. Nothing they can say will make me stop. Nothing.

1721) The other day me and my friend made a pact to stop cutting together. He lasted four days before he gave in, I lasted one minute…

1720) I saw a friend’s post the other day that was counting down the days until “swimsuit season”…. it’s funny how something can make someone feel elated while making another absolutely fucking terrified

1719) I recently started bruising instead of cutting. Its so much better, I never wanna stop.

1718) Everyone sees what I do as something horrible. What they don’t know is my blade is my best friend. She knows all my darkest secrets. Every new cut is another secret told.

1717) Nearly all of my friends cut. I don’t feel like a ‘real’ compared to them, because their scars are so much more visible. So what if this problem has been going on for years, I’m not good enough anyways.

1716) I cut my face because I wanted to be pretty.

1715) Sometimes I cut just because I’m bored.

1714) I envy the people that can lie and break their promises. I promised one person I would stop or else they would tell everyone. I could just do it secretly and lie but I’m so afraid they’ll find out, or something will go wrong. I’m too much of a coward. But god do I want to.

1713) to all my friends: i don’t see how you think making me feel shit about it will make me stop cutting. I need you to accept me and if you don’t wanna talk about my self harm than don’t ask me and tell me i can “talk to you about anything” because i obviouy can’t.

1712) the ease with which the blade parts my skin scares and fascinates me to no end