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
EternalTears are temporary.Pain is eternal.
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.
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
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
Alone, Hurt, Sharp, Sins, Edges, CutAloneIn the dark roomMade of my doubtI pick up a pieceOf my broken heartSharpI touch itWith my shaky finger tipI feel it against meI sigh and start thinkHurtThat's the wordIt explains the feelingsThe emotionsThat I hideSinsThe wrongsThat I have doneTo god, mankindAnd myselfEdgesThey call to meI know that I can't resistI need thisI really doCutI use the pieceOf my broken heartAnd I cut my wristHoping to never wake upAgain