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
criss-crossed veins for the trigger girliii."you're not okay.""I'm fine.""no, you're lying. i can tell. everyone has a trigger.""What's mine?""you smile."ix.she's walking around in circlesand trying to pick up her broken pieces, but they'renot fitting like they used to,something's damaged beyond repair.v."Why are you doing this to yourself?""because i've forgotten what it feels like to heal."viii.she regrets not cutting deeper, when she sees the lifestill running through her veins, and her parents asleepon the hospital chairs.ii.she comes to school the next day with a bandaged handand blue eyes that seem a bit dimmer."i broke a mirror."andher cracks speak louder than her words.iv.she slams her locker door and almost hits the boy walking pastand if this was a movie, she thinks, they'd fall in lovebut this is real life, and she is too damaged to evenlove herself.she's too broken and he's too obliviousand it's too goddamn late, no matter how pretty h
EternalTears are temporary.Pain is eternal.
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
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.
To ____To finally dieTo call it quits.To finally endMy restless fits.My fits of rage.My fits of despair.My fits to whichNo damage of can be repaired.To have my last laugh with lifeAnd my final fight with fateBefore I hit the dirtAnd think of non more late.To finally die...Call it quits...To put a restTo my bleeding wrists.