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Self HarmA cross upon my wrist,

Blood that makes me sane,

Release a heavy burden,

Of never ending pain.

A mark for my regret,

A cut across my arm,

Trying to find my comfort,

My comfort is self harm.

Self Harm, my storySelf harm...
Oh is so beautiful, wonderful even. You feel the bade or the flame, or whatever and you just sigh in relief. Oh how fucking awesome is this? To become addicted to seeing your own blood. To come to need the pain to feel alright. You become like a chain smoker that needs his nicotine and without it, he's just a jumpy mess.

But that is everyone else. I'm a cutter myself and the blade is so nice.

The first cut is always the shallowest and over time, you go deeper and deeper; seeing how far you can go. Then you just dig and dig, needing to see how much blood can flow.

But you can't forget the scars, that begin to appear. Over time

Self Harm?A scar,
In silence drawn,
Frothing.
Attention sought?
Don’t be a fool,
Why cut and burn
Behind closed doors,
If interest,
Recognition,
Acceptance,
Is wanted?

What thought
Springs to mind
When I say:
Self-harm?

Disgust?
Embarrassment?
Are you repulsed?
You are ignorant.
Deceived.
Unaware.
Fool.

Learning for learning’s sake,
It’s like
Pain for pain’s sake.

A flicker of flame,
The glint of a blade.
Draw blood,
Draw pain,
Draw unhappiness,
Out.

Inject fear.
Should anyone find out
My little secret.
Little.
Scars are little.
The surface heals.
Hearts don’t.

You think,
Perhaps,
We cut

Self-HarmI got these scars,
You see?
Each has a story to tell,
A story to yell!
Cut deep into my arm,
But hey, it just a little self-harm.
No need to ring an alarm.
I can make it by,
And make it through
With a little help from you.
I love your hug,
Your warm embrace.
Your little dash of grace.
You're the sun on my rainy day;
The icing to my cake.
All I need is you to warm me up.
Cradle my insecurities.
Yet you cause my pain.
Attract the rain.
And make the blood freeze in my veins.
Take a deep breath,
Cringe if you must.
Look at my arm.
Read my stories of lust.
Burdened with pain,
Burned with the flame.
Yes, this is an arm,
S

Dear self harm,Dear self harm,
I am writing to thank you for your help over the past few years. You have helped me through a lot of my problems throughout my life. But I'm not sure if I can go on seeing you.
We met that one night a few years back in my bedroom. It was surprising how we just clicked like that. We're perfect for eachother. Whenever I was angry, you could always calm me down. Whenever I was upset, you'd replace my tears. Whenever I needed you, you were always there. You are my best friend. You are my hero. You are my saviour.
But then our relationship started going badly. I began to start using you. I insisted on you being there even whe

Self HarmI have an addiction.

It is called Self-Harm.

Self-harmers enjoy cutting, burning, and mutilating themselves. The term is widely misunderstood.
We dont do it for the attention, we don't do it because we want to die.
We do it for the high. For the rush and the initial "Woah" of the first cut or burn.

We do it because it makes us feel better. Scientifically, the release of blood pumps adrenaline and endorphins through us. Which makes us happy.

But for me, drawing a razor across my skin and seeing the blood flow, is an ecstacy. I love it, and I hate it. So much.
At the same time.
Seeing myself bleed is a way for my emotions to be let out.

Self HarmWhen you look into the mirror
See that person staring back
You know that it's not who you were
And slowly start to crack
That person has become you
You can feel it in your veins
The moment overtakes you
And to take away your pain...

You hate the person you've become
But there's nothing left to do
The nightmare's just beginning so
You have to see it through
The pain you're feeling has to end
Everyone around you lied
It consumes your very mortal soul
It burns you deep inside...

So reach for the vodka
Reach for the blade
Knock back yet another shot
Without the lemonade
Apply the pressure, break the skin
You're going round

Self Harm IICut on my leg, blood on my wrist.
Towel beneath me, scissors in my fist.
I hold my breath and gasp in pain.
Blood falls, in a crimson rain.
Strawberry gashes all over my wrist.
It’s out of love, that I do this.
Hide my pain, under a scarf.
And tomorrow I’ll pretend to smile and laugh.

Escaping the harmAlone he sits
In his room
Quiet and still
Envisioning his doom.

He has no-one to talk to
So nothing to say
But all he wants
Is to take it away.

Alone he sits
Quietly he stands
Getting closer
For the usual demand.

Insanity stays as
Sanity goes
Faster and faster
Making blood flow

Seeing new faces
Telling no lies
In this world
They welcome demise

Old pain goes as
New relief arrives.
If only he could,
If only he would

Then it will go
Be gone
The end.

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Self Harm isn't Funny.

by =Electricka-Sixx, Jan 2, 2012, 3:49:49 AM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional

It's not.
So why do you continue to laugh?
Is it really that funny to you?
Well, you wouldn't laugh if you'd known what me and these other people have been through.

You use silly labels such as "emo" and "psycho" to anyone who does it.
Is that really appropriate?
Really?
Let me explain something to you.

Some people self harm because of bullying.
I've been there myself.
Some people self harm because of family problems.
Some people self harm because of personal problems they may not want to share.
Self harm is caused by many things and believe me, it's one of the least funniest things to have happened in this world.

So let me ask you this:

How would you feel if someone was dragging you down everyday with harmful words?
How would you feel if you were constantly getting harassed online?
How would you feel if you received physical attacks everyday?
How would you feel if untrue rumors were going around about you?
How would you feel if your family turned against you?
How would you feel if your family never supported you?
How would you feel if your family always judged you?
How would you feel if you were constantly left out of everything?

Tell me, how would you feel?

Is self harm still funny to you?

Self Harm isn't Funny.by =Electricka-Sixx

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How I feel about people who take self harm as a joke. Honestly, it's not funny at all

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~kataang22nina Dec 25, 2012

THANK YOU, i hate how people say we are emo or suicidal but we are NOT like that, thank you so much for this just thanks <3

=Electricka-Sixx Dec 26, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

No problem

I'm glad you agree...

~Grintluva101 Aug 26, 2012 Student

its really not funny. ive done self harmed since i was 12 or 13...im 17 now. i still struggle with trying not to cut. im not completely healed. but when i see or hear people making fun of kids who cut, it kills me a little inside. ive only had the looks people get me when they see my arms. i have to deal with every time someone mentions cutting, i freeze up and avoid looking at my family and instinctively hide my arms. its a living hell. im forced to live with daily reminders of what has happened in my life and the struggle that i, and every other cutter/self harmer, has to live through day after day. If people have nothing better to say, they shouldnt speak at all, because words do hurt, even if we may not show it.

sorry for the mini rant, im just a lil emotional right now ^^'

=Electricka-Sixx Aug 27, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

It isn't indeed and I know how you feel. I cut when I was fourteen and haven't done it since (even though like you, I feel the urge sometimes) but I got bullied really badly for self harming and I don't try talking about it.

And its okay, I understand

I rant a lot about things too

~Soulofthenight663 Jul 13, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

Agreed a hundred percent. And not only because I am someone who has been addicted to self harm but because I never found it funny even before I picked up the bad habit. =/

=Electricka-Sixx Jul 14, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I never found it funny either and people shouldn't laugh at it, they should be helping that person.

~Soulofthenight663 Jul 14, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

Exactly.

~freespyrodragon Jun 21, 2012 Professional Writer

If you want to talk over a note we can? I'm here with support. I'm going threw the same.

=Portal-Pup May 1, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

I love this Ibe stope now but I used to.... Once I told my friend and she spread a rumour around school that I was 'emo' 'phyco'

=Electricka-Sixx May 1, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Really? She obviously isn't a real friend for doing that.

I seriously hate people who relate self harm to "Emo"

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