Love Yourself. ~LOVE YOUR IMPERFECT SELF~1. Fall in love with yourself.Think about what makes you You. Just like a flower that needs watering to grow, learn to nurture yourself in every way. Love yourself for all the good that you see and accept your flaws and the fact that you are imperfect. This does not mean that you do not learn to change from your shortcomings; instead, you are being gentle and kind to yourself despite all your "flaws". Look in the mirror and fall in love with the reflection that is You.2. Eliminate Self Criticism.Do you often berate yourself over the tiniest thing? Is there a little voice inside your head that often tells you that you are no good because you are stupid or make mistakes. If you find that you criticize yourself often, make an effort to stop the self criticism.3. Be Kind And Positive.When you start to think kindly and positively about yourself, the love you have for yourself just grows. Make it a habit to praise yourself everyday
how to self harmBefore you self harm in any way, you should probably know what you're getting into.Before you make that cut, please keep in mind that you will find the pain release and blood strangely addictive. You may think to yourself that you'll be able to control it, that you won't let it get out of hand. You may think that you can just stick to a few small, shallow cuts here and there that won't be deep and that will heal quickly and easily.But you're wrong.You can't control it, it's impossible to control. It controls you. It's an addiction.The cuts will get deeper, they'll scar. They'll take weeks to months to heal and years for the scars to actually begin to fade. You'll find that soon, you depend on it. You can't go more than a few days without cutting. You'll go crazy as your skin itches and burns, your hands shake, your head pounds, your vision goes blurry as you try to keep your mind off of it, try to hold back from giving in. But you will. If you think you can limit the cuts to just one a
CuriosityIt was curiositythat made mewonder of whatwould it feelcuriosity thatattracted me tothe sewing needlelaying idly, seemingto tempt megleaming in thedull sunlight thoughcurtains that concealedmy curiosity fromprying eyes,my dear curiositythat brought the shiningneedle to my fleshcuriosity that madethe needle dig intothe first layer of fleshand repeat itthe shaky breathethe broken smileall caused by my curiosity,that i had to quenchmy curiositythat left myfaded and old scarsas if they weretally marks countingthe days until I fellall caused by my curiositythat made me fallmy simple curiositythat i could never quench
SuicideSuicide, the word rings in my ear;I get out a knife, and I don't show fear.I write down such, a long pretty letter....Knowing my life, can not get better....I know if I stay, the pain wont go awayI lose more hope, every single day.I sit in my room, tears in my eyesRemembering all, those horrid lies.I see my depression, is going to win.I start to cut open, my broken skin.Blood oozed from, my fragile wrist.Soon, so soon, I wont exist.I cut open the other, blood rushes out.Yet I don't yell, and I don't shout....Now comes, the biggest test,Building the courage, to stab through my chest.I hesitate a bit, my heart screams silently,Then I stabbed myself, so violently.My blood gushed from my body, onto my bed.I did it, I did it, i'm finally dead.Will anyone notice, that i'm not here?Will anyone even, cry just one tear?I can only assume, they wont see....That they will never again see me....
Writing TherapyWith nicotine-stained lungs,Tear-smudged cheeksAnd her heart on her sleeves.With star-like eyes,And sin-kissed lips.She pours her soul into meaningless scripts.With her head buried in the clouds,She screams her thoughts aloud.She wastes her entire afternoons,To write words that dance to a soundless tune.Writing makes her feel more alive,And is why all those painful nights,She has survived.
REDIn red markerLove is scrolled across your wristToday you exclaim how you will do anything you can toPrevent SuicideToday I stand atop the edge of a chair recalling your words...Kill yourselfYou have nothing to looseNo one will miss you...I pull my face through the noose, it scrapes my face and passesSalty tears drench my scratches, replicating the pain I've felt my whole lifeWith the swift jab of my foot the chair fallsI only feel the tug at my throat for a quick moment, thennothing.Just yesterday you carvedUselesson my soulToday you wrote love on your arms
I Hope You Haven'tHave you everFelt pain to the pointYou are entirely numbAnd can no longer tellNor careThat you are not breathing?Have you everBeen so hopelessly in loveThat when he was goneYou were left with a holeWhere your heart should be?Has the idea of happinessEver seemed so far awayThat you thoughtYou would never reach it?Have you everThought you were worthlessSo much that youLost the desire for life?I hope you haven't felt the way I did.
Not enoughIt's not the wrong wordsOr the mistake you've madeIt's the lies you tell to meWhen you try to hide the truthHow could I ever trust youWhen the one I love the mostSmiles, tells everything is fineWhile whole world is falling apartAnd the look on your faceWhen I wasn't what you exceptedI shattered your beautiful dreamTurned it into cold realityAs I couldn't fullfill your wishOh how I hate myselfI'm never enough for youI cannot change inner meNor the emotions I haveI'm beautiful no moreYour love has witheredWas it only for my looksDid you care after allYou won't admit it to meFrom your eyes I see the truthI was near perfect to youBut never perfect enough
No Strings Attached.And then you pulled that stringwhich had been holding me together.I laughed when you began to unravel me a maniacal sound, disgusting and horrid in your eyes.You released me then, and ran away,leaving me broken, yet imperfectly perfect.You hid, but I stayed and marveledat the beauty underneath.