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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
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
No Strings Attached.And then you pulled that string
which 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 marveled
at the beauty underneath.
To Build A HopeThere is a place without joy. It is the end of everything. A hollowed tree filled with needles and lighters, nails and razor blades and cigarettes embedded in rotten lungs. A painting without edges, born of monsters and shards of might-have-beens. There is a place where a child used to play, a child that lasted for a billionth of a blink. There is a place and it is my mind.
There was a time when I did not sleep. When my feet drummed on spiked gravel from dawn till dawn. When the numbers on a counter dictated everything I consumed. When a bite of lettuce meant an extra 50 crunches. Food was life and life was food and life was not living. Living meant hell trapped within my head in a place without joy. There was a time I was dying.
There was a bed and a skeleton. 12 stabs in each arm to find a shrivelled blood vessel. Drip. Drip. Drip. "This will give you strength," they said. "This will make you fat," I heard. Drip. Drip. Drip. And the radio crackled and sang. Crackled and sang a
I Hope You Haven'tHave you ever
Felt pain to the point
You are entirely numb
And can no longer tell
That you are not breathing?
Have you ever
Been so hopelessly in love
That when he was gone
You were left with a hole
Where your heart should be?
Has the idea of happiness
Ever seemed so far away
That you thought
You would never reach it?
Have you ever
Thought you were worthless
So much that you
Lost the desire for life?
I hope you haven't felt the way I did.
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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