cut
Shar Matt has these scars on his wrist. They were nasty, and some of the wounds weren't completely healed.

The sociology teacher looks at them inquisitively, and asks if there are problems.

"No," he says.

Matt sits back in his chair and stiffles a giggle, for last night he had a beer bracelet on at a club, and in a brilliant fit of drunkeness, decided to remove it by holding a lighter to it. He soon had a bracelet engulfed in fire and still has the wounds to prove it.
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claudia why does one cut themself? not to show around thier scars. not to get pity. not to get recognised as a fuckup. if one cuts themself, they do it for themself. they do it because they feel like it. or to watch themselves bleed. or because they like the pain. or because they hate themselves and want to suffer. but no one cuts themselves to get attention. because feelings expressed on wounds don't deserved to be advertised. and blood isn't red because it catches the eye. if one has cuts, they should be appreciated, not exploited as means to be noticed. because a cutter cuts in private. and the wounds should stay that way. if one flaunts them, they're by no means a sufferer. they're a fake. pins and needles and razors weren't created for show. they're real. which is more than i can say for some people. 000727
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snaggle in a way,
the outside
now resembles
the inside.

i wear long-sleeved shirts.
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Raina do you know how much money is made off of the tramatic surgical proceedure that is stealing skin from baby boys?
no wonder some men are so concerned with sex.
and you don't want to know what they do with the skin. Trust.
My son will not be circumcised.
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MollyCule I never did it to make people look. It was always more to make people stop looking. There's only so many times that you can smile wanly and say,"yeah, I'm fine, thanks" to the people you see every day, who can always tell that things aren't fine. And you start to think, this time maybe I won't stop, the feeling of your own flesh peeling away from a razor is somewhat addicting and after a while it doesn't seem to matter how you feel, because this is what you're doing, this is how you deal with things, this is your life in a nutshell. You will, always and forever, be the wierd girl who cuts herself. Regardless of whether you never do it again after today, you'll still be scarred at 85. And now it's too late to fix any of that. So what are a few more? 001016
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unhinged i knew it was molly before i even got to the bottom. i wear bracelets and watches and long-sleeved shirts. i only cut my left wrist because i am right handed and if my violin professor ever saw my scars he would probably lecture me about it in front of the whole studio like he did about me smoking. i show people my scars when i want to talk about them. i cut in private but always have the need to make my life public just to see if there is one person out there that cares. i don't think there is. there never will be. it's just me and my blade.

music to cut by
tonight,tonight the single by the smashing pumpkins

so real, by jeff buckley
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god what's troubling you? 001202
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unhinged i see i've been neglecting you god

the need to cut is something i've never been able to put completely into words...it just doesn't sound right. but you of all, i think already knows.
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cazzi cut cut cut fucking cut
that is all that life is worth anymore
i feel stupid for thinking like this, but nothing has a point anymore and life isn't worth it...so this is my survival and so many people feel the same that i wish it was more widely understood, especially by adults, my arms are a mess, and i wish i didn't get looks like i do.
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unhinged i like it...ever since i started it i have. i like to see the scars and caress the scabs. it focuses my mind on the result instead of the cause. i can only think about that for so long before i'm afraid i will go crazy. 001227
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Amaha the microscopic cuts which adorn my skin
are you
they can't see them
but those who open thier eyes can
they can see you,
they can see you cover me
I'm pressure sensitve
ouch!, you pushed too hard
now look what you've done
I'm bleeding, you
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Thyartshallshant I cut because ...it relives my real pain. The pain i have on the inside. Seeing the blood and feeling the blade, makes everything seem so real. I figure a few scares are better than one dead Thy. 001230
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cazzi true enough. 001231
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unhinged right right right thy....that's what i meant to say. but i didn't did i? 001231
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cazzi it's me again. i haven't cut myself for 3 weeks, god knows why, i've needed to. anyway, i just sat on the bathroom floor with a razor blade in my had, and i didn't do it? how does that work? cos like you said, it's survival, and i will end up dead. soon. 010101
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Thyartshallshant I havent done it in months, all my blades are dull and wont cut skn anymore. And god knows its been hard on me. 010101
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broken unhinged you have some beautiful things to say. 010312
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twiggie i hadn't in so long, i made myself stop.
almost a year.
but then i did it again.
it's been 2 months...but if i hadn't then i could've said "it's been a year".
i want to stop because it worries people who care about me.
it doesn't worry me personally, but if someone cares about me enough to worry...
then they are worth stopping for.

i'm trying.
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cazzi i know exactly what you mean...if it was down to me, just me in my own little world, i wouldn't be bothered at all about doing it, but seeing the hurt and pain it caused people around me, having people i loved break down in tears because of what i was doing, made me stop and think...why? why is it hurting them when it's not hurting me? they do care...i didn't think that they did, but people care, and they can't see someone hurting themselves like that, and when it was another of my friends doing it, i saw why, and that gave me another incentive to stop.
it's been 4 months now, i'm trying not to count because if you count then you are more depressed when you break....the longest i went before was 3 months, but i'm doing my best to make this one forever.
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florescent light I asked him his thoughts.

He showed me his wounds.
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dB Like the man said: "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words cause permanent psychological damage."
Often teh wounds in the mind are worse than the scars people bear.
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Chrity Look, I get a lot of crap from people for being a Christian; for being so faithful. Sometimes, I admit, I even think that I may be wrong. But then I remember the all the things that God has done for me. He made me, He loves me. He loves me enough that he died a shameful and horrible death as a sacrifice for every sin that I would commit in my life. And then there are days when even that seems totally unreal and distant. But thatís not all.

Thereís this girl I know who has been through a lot in the last couple years. She became a Christian in 7th grade when her parents joined this church. Some of her friends went there, and when she moved to another city and school district, that was the only time she really had to hang out with them, so she got involved. Mostly to be with her friends, though. She didnít really understand that other stuff. In 11th grade, her church started a new program for teens to be involved with the kids in the church. It was called TIM TeamTIMĒ standing for Teens In Mission), and she and her friends got to go to Camp Wapo, the Bible camp their church was affiliated with, for free!

They arrived at the camp on the Friday before the last week of July, 1999. They put their stuff away and started getting to know the people from other churches whom they would be spending the week with. Some of these people, although she didnít know it yet, would change her life forever.

One of the counselors who worked with them that week, Mike Campbell, led Devotions one night. Everyone could tell that he was down about something, he had been all week. Although Mike didnít really tell us directly what had been bothering him; by the end of our meeting, he had many of us in tears. Before the week was over he told us something else, something this girl would never forget; he said that Satan was trying to interfere with something there that week, that God must have something really great planned for someone there.

Camp ended, and this girl got a new job, started her senior year in high school, and went on with life. Everything was fine until the middle of October that year. This girl was sitting at home when she came to the realization that she hated herself. She felt like she didnít deserve anything that she had in her life. She didnít feel like she deserved to have God love her. Then she started hating everything and everyone around her, for loving her as worthless and stupid as she was. Then she hated herself for hating everything and everyone. She wanted to hurt herself, to inflict physical pain in order to relieve the emotional pain. She tried to think about something else, she tried to keep busy so that maybe this feeling would go away. But it didnít go away. She went into the bathroom with a scissor and she cut herself. Slowly, deliberately; not deep enough to do any real damage. It relieved the pain Ė but only to replace it with shameÖ and the pain always came back. She knew that what she was doing was crazy; but she had no control over it, no understanding of it.

She went on like this, not living, just existing, and always hiding behind the mask of her former self Ė or at least trying to. She stopped really talking to people, stopped caring about the things she had always cared about; until she noticed scars and cuts like hers on someone she knew. On several people she knew. She wasnít the only one going through this. Now she wanted to know more about it. She read up on it, she remembered that for some strange reason God loved her, that Jesus died for her, regardless of how worthless she thought she was. Knowing this had been the only thing that kept her alive. She started talking to the people around her again, talking to those who were going through what she had gone through. She realized that if God loves her, and He is perfect, then she must be worthy of his love. She had always loved him; but now, finally, she started loving herself again, too. She shared this love with the people around her, and slowly she stopped cutting, stopped scratching, and slowly, her scars healed, and her shame faded with them.

This girl is me. I am asking you to give God a chance - if you havenít already Ė and I am asking you to not be ashamed of what you find.

(you can email me if you want to, I love email. Spam sucks though. My address is hami0144@tc.umn.edu)
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13lue it's not fair that if your upset or depressed they expect you to cut i'm not saying that when i'm depressed which is most of the time i won't cut but it's sad when people except you to and sadly i can't prove anyone wrong 010409
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unhinged i gave god a chance and he gave me a chance back

lucifer_sam

it's all the assholes in the world that have to get between me and god.
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trazlo yea, i did that, the cutting thing.
relaxing, i guess-
or something
something drawing me to it
then he said yea, me too
and i got scared.
why? don't. it's bad. you r hurting yourself.
and he repeated this back to me.
i had no reasons, no answer. there are no solid reasons. it just feels good somehow.
but i couldn't bare to watch him and he couldn't bare to watch me
so we made a pact.
no more cutting for either of us.
if i cut, that meant he would cut too.
so i stopped. i didn't want to see him cutting himself.
why is it so hard? why do i crave it?
so i cheated. i scratched and burned.
why? why do i not know why?
now i can't do that. i wonder if i will stay strong enough. strong enough not to try and endure pain. physical pain.
and what other pain do i have? all only self inflicted.
i have no more troubles than anyone else, and yet i cry to myself. i cry soul tears that drip inside instead of out and echo throughout my entire being.
tears derived from what? do i enjoy it?
sometimes i think i do.
sometimes i revel in the feeling of self hatred. i feel like i am being completely honest with the world.

but at the moment suicide confuses me. life itself isn't bad, i know. i have the choice to have fun or not, i think.
but once i am dead, i don't know. . .it is just so final. and everyone eventually dies, so why not just live until i am forced to die. in comparison, life is short, so why would i want to make it shorter? what would make me think that death would somehow be better?

but that is just how i feel at the moment. maybe tomorrow i will be too tired, maybe tomorrow i will want to end this redundant existance and see what else there is.
what other options becides life do i have?
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00293o suicide ? 010425
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nocturnal damn it. now I have to think of some excuse why I can't go to that boat party. I think it'd look a bit odd if I wore jeans and a long-sleeved shirt to go on a boat in the middle of the afternoon. kind of a catch-22 thing. I do it when I hate myself the most, but it only makes me hate myself more in the end because it's so stupid and it never really helps. maybe for a few minutes I feel a little better, but then whenever I look at what I did, I just think even less of myself because I know it's useless. god, I am such a fucking moron. 010425
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hindenIL i know how it goes cazzi i know how it goes 010427
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cazzi thanks, i'm glad somebody does.
i haven't done it since December, which is quite a long time...lemme see, 5 months almost....which is good......but the constant urge is always there. i have almost done it so many times, i have resisted, but sometimes i wonder why i bother? people all around me are doing it, and i know i would feel better, so i wish that i could, but something me back. perhaps the fact that there isn't any unscarred tissue on my body where i could do it, or perhaps it is something else. all i know, is that i can't falter now, not after so long, whatever it takes....
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redspark cut? sure iv cut, who hasnt, inside or out, who hasnt commited some act of self-mutilation, hitting your head on a wall, crying, slitting your wrists? it will be a year ago in a few weeks, has it been hard? you'll never know how hard. what made me stop? 19 people that i care for have done the same and it made me understand how it makes other people feel and react, i try to help them the best i can and have succeded and failed in some gray areas of the sutuations. and then i came to this sit and it brought up so many feelings i didnt want to feel but it was addictions the pain, internaly, memories, i remember everything about that day, down to the color of peoples shirts. i realized by reading what otehr people have said on this site that there are so many more people like me that im unable to reach, unable to help. in a way im glad i cut, in some ways i wish i coud take it back with my hole being, it was one of the bigest mistakes iv every made. some times it seems like i might not have the strenth to withstand that need to pick up that knife or blade or stone and scissors and drag it across my skin for that irresistable release and distaction. i dont know why i did it in the first place but i got addicted to the feeling some times i wonder if the feeling will ever go away. but i realize that the reason i get so sad, the reason i get so depressed and want to cut is because i cut in the first place which makes me realise that if i do it again i will just feel the shame again, of giving up of ging in, but some times it would just feel soooo good. cutting is like a drug its one of teh most addictiong things you can get into doing, and the hardest things to stop doing. we cant change the past, so regressing is pointless right? but who can hide from it? no one. i want to help my friends i dont know what to do about them any more, from cutters to ODers the list is long and frightening, but there was a day of realization that i couldnt do it any more, a day when i felt my heart ripped apart. when i saw my friends arm, covered in cuts, i told myself i never want to make any one feel what im feeling right now. its all very confusing and all the feelings get mixxed up inside, and geez, i dont know any more 010428
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redspark yeah cazzi i understand too, whats your story? 010428
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yoink i tried it once.
i thought it would feel smooth like butter or something
instead it was rough, jagged
like tearing paper from a notebook.
as i rinsed my arm off, the water made the blood spread all over my arm
the carnal tinge makes me think...it wasn't so bad
i think i might try it again.
chicks dig scars, aye?
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redspark not scars of that nature 010429
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redspark i shouldnt have said that 010429
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dls i cut myself.

i expected it to be smooth to, but it wasn't.

it's awful hard to get the blade in that first time in a "session" but when i do, i do the whole arm; sometimes both, and my legs. i do the upper arm, the forearms (both sides) and even the hands a little.

i always wear long sleeves, which makes sense at work, because i'm director of an art gallery, and i have to dress nicely.

it must look funny on weekends out in my yard, in front of the lake, relaxing with my neighbors and drinking a little bit of beer or just watching the fishermen our one of my neighbors children running around...
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unhinged i just don't make an effort to hide them. i don't have that many but they definitely stick out to me. you would be suprised how self-absorbed most people are. they won't take the time to notice unless you point them out. i've only had one person question me in almost a year about where the scars on my wrist came from and i just shrugged and that was an acceptible answer. i think people are afraid that don't cut. they think that their eyes upon them are enough to push you over the edge. that you must be THAT crazy to hurt yourself. it seems like murder is more acceptible to people than self-mutilation which i don't understand. if i have an inferiority complex and no concept of self-worth which eventually leads to me cutting myself instead of buying a gun and shooting into a crowd, shouldn't they at least think me humane? i've seen a few people look and they would never look me in the eye. i used to need to wear long sleeves into my violin lessons cause i was afraid that is where they would be the most noticable but if i can ignore them everyone else seems to. i don't want to cut anymore because i can't avoid cutting in patterns. patterns of geometric shapes can't be attributed to anything else. stripes even look suspicious. now especially, they aren't a cry for help. they are a concrete form of the abstract i can not escape. pain fades away into experience. these insides need an outward view. 010430
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cazzi i know exactly what you mean. i don't bother to hide them anymore, but i still feel awkward when people look and then look away. our school has just introduced short sleeved shirts for the summer which is a pain because normally i choose where i don't mind showing my arms, and other places i don't, but now everyone will be able to see all the time. i have scars all the way up and down all sides of both arms...most are quite faded now, but not all. 010501
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PCD cutting oneself, the epitome of self loathing, self disgust and self pity. this is not done for beautification. the scars represent deep pain and abject cry for help from soneome unable to articule their sorrow and great need. where was the mother when this child, and we are all, child, adult and parent, needed to be held and loved and reassured? where was the father when this child needed strength, buidance and comfort. each pitiful cut is another strike back at what the child never received. rather simplistic when one stops to think about it. and how strange to think that one must cut oneself in an attempt to make oneself whole. 010501
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13lue or one cuts themselves hoping to slowly disapear and i don't mean for them to die, cutting is an addiction just like drugs sometimes they just help to make you more invisible 010502
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claudia cutting is more addictive than anything else i've tried. it's like a drug but only easier to get. cutting isn't just the blood, but the pain. The release of an emotinal tension. it's just to intense to put into anythng but woulds. it was 8 months without a cut until monday. like overcoming an addiction, it's more than just stopping. it's going back and slashing your arm and looking at the blood pouring down your arm and saying "i won't need this tomorrow", and not. it's about gaining the freedom to always go back and be able to stop if you know it's time.

cutting develops a tolerance like nothing else i've ever seen. if you've stopped for a while and then started again, it's hard to even draw blood. One month into a session you're cutting across veins and soaking all your bedsheets in blood. There's nothing more comforting than feeling that sting and warm blood flow out of you. nothing's more therapeutic than licking your own wounds.

i'm claudia, i'm 15, and i'm a cutter. i don't hate my parents, i don't want attention, and i don't want to die. it's like bloodletting. like an absolute therapy. once it's scarred, i'ts like a permanant reminder of what i've gone through. and denying myse;f of my past is like denying myself. i can't forget. and i've got the scars to prove it.
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redspark im 14, im a cutter, thats who i am, its to late to change any of that so i have to life with it, i dont know why, i dont know why me, i dont know if there was some greater plan im mind for me or still in store, i dont know why out of every one it had to be me, i dont know if i want to think that there was a reason for all of this, if there was, doesn that mean i am not incontrole of my fate or destiny? i dont know im not a very religios person, i still ablive in god but i wonder some times if hes the one turning my life. some times all i want to do is cut, some times all i want to do is figure out what would posses some one to cause themself harm, and inside i know, i know all teh reasons, i just dont want to except them i guess. i dont know, i just dont really know any more, i dont think i ever did 010504
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sweet pea "when a person can't control their emotional pain they'll create physical pain to themselves"
i can see the pain, i can acknowldge the pain but i cannot feel the pain.
it is too strong. too strong to feel deeply enough.
it weakens my body leaving me helpless and unable to fight back.
why is this happening?
what am i doing?
to let myself die so slowly without feeling what is happening....

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redspark i met the 22nd person on the list yesterday, and the 21st a few days before, and after talking to 21 for a few days they told me that they probably wouldnt be living if I haddent talked to them and made them feel less alone that i was the reason they were living, and it made me realize that they are the reason i am living, i want to help people that it, i dont want anything in return i dont even need graditure, i just want to help people from feeling what ever i felt, i realize that i can touch another life, that i can have an effect on peoples future, that i do have power even though the proportion small i can change some ones life, thats why i live. iv changed, im better now i still know what its like, as u can see be reading the stuff iv writen earlier it changes over time, im better now, i just wanna help, if u wanna talk email me, please, i can relate to anything. 010509
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darkened heavens redspark you amaze me 010509
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unhinged i was loved and reassured
i had strength guidance and comfort from my parents. i think that is the way i was raised that makes me cut. my family was so loving and supportive and you think that that is the way it is. but when you realize that the real world is the exact opposite, you develop problems, issues, complexes...whatever you call them.
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redspark how so, darkened heavens? 010510
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darkened heavens your will to help is amazing 010510
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redspark its the most discoraging thing ever when u find some one u cant get through to no matter how hard you try, that u cant fix it no matter how much tape or crazy glue or bandaids you apply, it makes my heart want to scream but my mouth stays shut, an unbearable feeling in my chest that makes it want to be crushed to escape this feeling, i plead i beg i ask for promises, promises broken and mended and broken again, iv run out of things to stitch up our woudns with i dont know what to do anymore, please stop


sweet pea



dont be mad at me



please
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dls i'm 20
i'm a cutter
i don't know why

i just went back to it, i was good for so long...

i feel like a bad person when i do it

people notice it on me
i'm not your run of the mill depressive

i'm described as warm hearted and good natured; people always think of me as optimistic and carefree. they dont realize how helpless and powerless i feel.

i just want to give up. i can't keep my apartment, i can't get out of this economic slump, i'm trying so hard working so hard to no avail, nothing... nothing...

i have so little, why does it seem some have a need to take it away? why can't they just leave me alone?
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dls 11 fresh lines of blood...

all on one arm, somehow i held off the other and my legs this time

it's really satisfying to do the legs, but the scars show for longer.
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dls when it all seems hopeless;
i remember.
gleaming shiny rust free stainless steel;
razors, blades, knives of all size;

there is a way out
fear of failure holds you back;
take it, take it in your hand
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redspark dont take it......don't 010511
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redspark dls its a way out but not way u want to take, your older then me and probably know more and have been through more but beleive me anyway, thats not the way to take it will only leave to future failure and disapointment. 010511
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DannyH We hear you, keep talking. 010511
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claudia let people do what they want to do.

you're not supposed to make people better. you're supposed to make them proud that they're sick.
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PCD Whining, dls? What makes you think society owes you a free ride? We all have to work at jobs we dislike at times, pay our bills, take care of unpleasant things and whoever said life was 'just a bowl of cherries' anyway?

Grow up! If you don't want to be judged, then stop airing your pitiful problems in a public forum.
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juri i cut myself to prove that i am still alive
that i am still here
that there is something left inside of me that still is in a state of being.
why am i stll alive?
you tell me.
i live in a shell
useless and broken
cut it off
i cut it all off
but i am still here
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redneckk won time i cutted myself on the lawny mower. ma camed and fixed it rite up

now i'm healthier 'n a newborn baby duck
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fuck when i think about wanting to stop,
i realize it's like me saying i want to stop smoking.
there are so many things i've stopped doing- drugs, drinking, recently sex.
but i will never stop smoking- or cutting.

i started cutting on my hands. probably the most illogical place to cut. but i hated my hands..
then my left arm.
then people started asking..
so i cut on the tops of my thighs. theres no origional skin left there.. it's all scar tissue..
so i went to my shoulders..
but there's not much room left their either..
so i started cutting on the underside of my wrists.
the only bad thing is..
over 4 years of cutting..
i've become accustomed to getting pretty deep.
and i don't think that cutting on the underside of my wrists is a good idea.
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Dafremen I liked DannyH's response to dls or DSL or whatever his little name is. This kid amuses me, he informed me that he finds that disturbing, but HEY it's true.

He sent me an email telling me to f*ck off and walk a mile in his shoes.

What this poor pathetic little sap doesn't realize is that I already have and THEN some and in fact many of us HAVE walked that same mile in those same shoes. See what this self-pitying, attention seeking deedle dork doesn't understand is that he's a pup. Don't like to hear it? Tough sh*t. Being a pup isn't about age. It's about attitude.

When the day comes for you to get off of mom and daddy dog's porch and you do it, and as hard as it gets you DON'T whine about it until eventually some day, you will have your OWN porch, with or without momma/daddy dog, with or without the pups, (that's up to you), then YOUR A BIG DOG.

When you keep coming back and WHINING about how horrible it is being a young adult with only a couple of years of responsibility under your belt, THEN you're still a pup.

The main difference is that a Big Dog knows that once he's off the porch it's time to take care of his own, with his head down and his chin up. A pup just wishes he was back on a porch somewhere, ANY porch. A pup just wants someone to GIVE life to him.

See you think noone understands your situation because you can't FATHOM that anything as important as YOUR LIFE could be nothing more than a bunch of OUR reruns and so you ask us to walk a mile in your mocassins.

New flash kiddo, many of us already have and if you would just stop looking longingly behind you at the porch and start walking your OWN mile, I GUARANTEE life has some pleasant surprises waiting for you up ahead.(Besides being an insufferable pain in the ass as well.)

So why don't YOU walk a mile in your shoes dls?
Stop whining and whimpering and limping and WALK DAMMIT!

I'll be waiting for you with a beer in my hand...several miles up the road.

Meanwhile, like DannyH said...keep talking, we're listening. I mean what could be more amusing than a little puppy dog howling and licking its wounds with its tail between its legs looking forlorn? Do go on...I'm listening.
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redsprak ha, that made me laugh, good job. well said 010521
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snow_angel you told me that youd love me and never let me go. I expected all the same from you but I never let it show. You left and now Im here, given a chance to cry tell me after all this shit where's the reason why.
cut cut cut into my life and still ashamed its hard to try. leave me here to wash away, leave me here another day. you lied you lied you lied. I hope youve found the truth, cuz what I used to find so pure, ill never find in you. take awy these empty scars, take away my pitiful arms. Im sorry that i make you see all the pain inside of me.
it hurts too bad sometimes to show. Leave me here, and tomorrow you'll know. I want to hate you I want to tell you off but in the end Ill go back and ill never have enough. I wish you would just go away, take all my scars with you. And if we ever meet again, Ill tell you we are through.

I want to stop, but I know I never will.
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unhinged dale left his blade out on one of the tables and i picked it up cause i didn't want a customer to cut themselves with it or something. he left work early and i didn't know it...i was seriously going to give it back. but then i realized he left and it's mine now. it's been months. i'm not sure if i want to fall back in line now or not. 010530
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snow_angel i took the time to think about all the scars that have tken over my arms. I find them places I dont remember cutting, then I think and it all comes back. Maybe if I didnt do drugs then I could remember them all. Then I think, what tha fuck- who really wants to remember all that? 010604
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rubydee thin white lines
the healed
taunting and teasing
begging for brethren
the redness
of renewal
singed
spanking new skin
flay thyself
deeper is divine
but i wait
knowing blood_tests
are eminent
and the stare of the phlebotomist
unwelcomed
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Silver a few drops each day
my rain of latent tears
i think you're crazy
i think you're lost
i see it
i see it
i see it
i see it,
i know it, Amaha
did the tears override the laughter that penetrated our existence?
I'm bleeding, you
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MollyCule goddamn it. you're the one who made me stop in the first place, made me put down my razor blades, and now it seems like more and more you delight in cutting me open with the words that trip so innocently off the tip of your tounge. you can tell me you love me one minute and the next rip me intoa pile of bloody shreds. and sick little me, i like it. i fucking LIKE it when you reduce me to a crying screaming mess on the ground. i like it whe you degrade me. ai've even fooled myself into thinking you don't realize you're doing it, that you don't know your word hurt me more than i ever hurt myself.


Goddamn you. is this what i should expect? should i just give up right now, eveything i've got so far, all of this, for you? pick the blades back up and start slicing away again? is that what you want from me? will that make you look me in the eyes again?
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dls some times people are lost in their own pain and sorrow. getting yelled at or told off doesn't help them.

they can be ignored.

let them find their own way. by yelling at them to "get better" you don't do a thing for them.
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bloodjetpoetry once the red comes through
like the peeled skin of a fruit, letting its juices seep out-
you feel as if a little more of you has come out.
so you do it again and again and again. until you're pink, and until it hurts to take a shower. and you want to do it until all the you has spilled out into a puddle on the ground. you don't want them to see you. but you do. but once you stop, and you see the tiny dark lines, the tiny white lines ...
it feels better to trace them with the tips of your fingers. it feels better than to do it again. you want to keep the cells intact. you want to keep yourself intact.
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anti-social butterfly it will be fucking december in a couple of days and it is still hot here. what the fuck? i try to wear long sleeves but it is simply too hot. the dorm's heat is permanently on and everyone is sweating. fine, so i am forced to wear short sleeves, fine. i can deal, but why the hell do people stare??? have they never seen arms like mine before? why can't they be more discreet? they just stare and then look at my eyes and then look at the other person, then they both stare. i am just trying to smoke a fucking cigarrette. i can't smoke it with my arm down there! and why do they ask? why do they humiliate me in front of all the other people in the hall... "what is that on your arm? what happened to your arm? that's a really bad cut, what happened?" if they wanted to ask me they could at least do so in private, not in front of everyone. has anyone here thought of good lies/excuses about the scars? i just keep saying that i got scraped up by some thorny bushes. they all know it is bullshit. and then they give you that look. dammit! please don't give me the look! the look of pity or concern or fear or disgust. the look of excitement about spreading the gossip. god, girls suck! my roommate found out, she walked in the room before i could put the knife razor away. she is nice though. she knows but she doesn't ask me about it and she doesn't stare. thank god. please pray to whoever that it turns cold where i live so i can wear some fucking long sleaves! i can't take the stares anymore. 011129
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madness "is that why you're wearing long sleeves?" the psychiatrist asked.
I thought "no, it's just cold and I like this sweater"
I lowered my eyes and said "yeah"
Like he would have believed me if I had told him the truth...
I sit here thinking "I could cut, I could drink, I could get high, I could put myself to sleep with vicodin, but why? the prozac and neurontin does nothing for me, and neither does all of that other stuff. There is just no answer."
I read through all the things people said. The question I have for dafremen is why bother taking that walk? Are pleasant surprises really the only reason to keep going? I'm well aware that I can pick myself up and sometimes be happy, but I am just as aware that I will always eventually come back to this state. I don't want to die but I sure as fuck don't want to keep doing this the rest of my life. So tell me, oh wise one, what I should do when there is nothing but infinity on all sides.
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ilovepatsajak mom, it's just from the cat. 011204
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ClairE Once I hated myself so much I clawed up my arms.

Bob said "I understand".

That's not the same as cutting.
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anti-social butterfly i got caught. redhanded, redwristed, whatever. i am devestated. now virtually the whole floor of my dorm knows, girls talk, not me. i don't talk, i never talked about anyone's problems, that is cruel. they used to think i was a freak for the ever-changing punky hair, now they know i really am a freak. they are so normal and perfect, have never seen arms like mine before. i haven't cut for a week and a half now. well, almost. the knife is beckoning me, but i hold it close and now i am scared, scared of being caught again, scared of not having my scars ever heal, scared of how quickly the warm weather of spring will come again. so, for the first time in months, i am feeling very depressed again. i did not feel depressed when i could cut. now i am a fucking alcoholic, or so it seems this week. i didn't drink one night, so i took percocets instead. now i feel like i can't stop doing self-destructive things. i have no motivation to get out of bed in the morning or to go to class, my roommate thinks i am a lazy-ass freak. i fucking hate being depressed, especially when i don't even know what is wrong with me or why i am depressed. i don't have money for medicine or a shrink, but i could get two free counseling sessions, but what could that accomplish? could they tell me in two sessions how to quit cutting myself? should i go? that would be the first time in my life to go to a shrink of my own will. scary. but really, all i want is one last cut. one last deep, deep good cut, one that bleeds and bleeds and hurts for days. and i just need a little time to get alone, and i can have that. but now i want to find new places to cut myself, new places that clothing covers, but sometimes wonder about my neck, how that would feel, good, but now i am talking a lot and sounding crazy maybe. does anyone know how i can quit it? does anyone know how i can quit cutting without feeling sad and empty and obsess over and feel compelled to do it? please someone who has done this and quit before, please tell me how to stop, please. 020116
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elana i have done it once. just a little bit on my left rist to see how it would feel.i wondered if it would lessen my emotional pain.
all i want is for the deppression to go away for a second. one second. is it worth it? is it worth the scars that i would remember for my entire life?
but when the scars heal, i would still be able to see them through my skin.
the knife becons me again...
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anti-social buttefly going to mental health clinic soon. i keep trying, i keep itending to go, but then i get scared. this would be the first time for me to ever go to counseling on my own, without my parents making me. i think i need to tell a friend so they can take me. i don't think i can go on my own. i don't know why i am so scared. i just want them to tell me how to quit cutting. i don't have enough money for lots of sessions or for medicine. just want to be told how to stop this craving for the pain. 020118
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anti-social butterfly going to mental health clinic soon. i keep trying, i keep itending to go, but then i get scared. this would be the first time for me to ever go to counseling on my own, without my parents making me. i think i need to tell a friend so they can take me. i don't think i can go on my own. i don't know why i am so scared. i just want them to tell me how to quit cutting. i don't have enough money for lots of sessions or for medicine. just want to be told how to stop this craving for the pain. 020118
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anti-social butterfly oops 020118
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ClairE That is something that should be said twice! I am proud of you. We are all rooting for you, and each_other. 020118
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Freak It all started last summer. I took a knife and scratched up most of my left forearm. They weren't even deep enough to bleed and I wasn't trying to hurt myself. It was a kind of fascination. It left marks that later scared. I know they were completely obvious but I hid them the best I could considering it was a very hot summer. The scars are still there now. I hate them but in a way they "give character" I know my mother has had to have seen them. I don't hide the scars. They are fading. But she never asked about them. Probably for fear of the truth. Last week I was daydreaming in school like ususal and I thought about cutting. I don't know how it came up in my brain. When I got home I took out the knife and started on the same arm again. I liked the feeling. I slowly got deeper but was afraid of the pain. I still didn't get deep enough to bleed. Just close enough to not bleed. The next day I wanted to do it again. This time I was able to make myself bleed. The more I cut the braver I would get. When I started I thought it would be easy and smooth but it was jagged and tough. The whole time I was just thinking that I wanted to make myself bleed. I wan't to see the beautiful dark red blood flowing out of my skin. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to see it. Everything about it is addicting. I haven't cut for a week today. Ive wanted to. I still want to. There was a second that I didn't want to. My boyfriend found the wounds. He was asking questions and I just told him it was nothing but to see the worry he had made me want to stop. But as soon as I went back home I wanted to do it again. My cutting isn't a cry for help. If it was I wouldn't do it in private and I wouldn't keep it from people. I do it for me. Its my addiction. I don't smoke, I don't drink, I cut. I just got my boyfriend to stop smoking. I couldn't understand how someone could let themselves be addicted to a substance like that, how they couldn't control it. I was a smoker and I was able to quit. I guess that was his drug of choice. And I guess my drug of choice is just a little bit different than the usual. 020423
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Freak Its so easy now.

A way to relieve stress.
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anti-social butterfly i quit. for two and a half months. it started again. and i asked myself why i had ever denied myself of this old friend. my control, my addiction, my secret, my pleasure, my pain. i love it so much and now i don't know if i would ever wanna stop again. people who stare can fuck off. by the way, my psychiatrist told me i was being crazy. seriously, are shrinks supposed to use that word with their patients. i sped back to school from my appointment, got a speeding ticket for going 29 over, was told my license would be suspended, and then i pulled out my one reliable friend. then i cut the hell out of my arm. how could i ever make myself forget how good it feels? i just wish that everyone could mind their own business. 020502
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jessica fletcher why do i wear long sleeved shirts in july? take a big fucking guess you prick. yeah. these are bruises from fight club. yeah. these are cuts from stress relief. fuck. i can't help it. i see little pictures in my mind. they are what i want to do. i do it. so what if i have scars. big fucking deal. count the emotional scars of the world and weigh the difference. i'm a god damned artist of blood. so fuck. 020916
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josie It's about the way it cut & the way it was everyone's business. 020916
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charles bronson i cut my wrist because i was disturbed by scumbags ,surrounded my place yet police didnt care less and i wouldnt surrender!i didnt die and scar remain with me ever since.to hell with them,some nosey neighbor would condemn me for years worst than i owe her millions of dollars and i lost my temper and hit her! nosey neighbor was jealous and wanted to swindle,thought i am idiot for cutting my wrist and i swear revenge!!!!! 021013
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spiderweb i cut. i burn. i scratch. i cry. it feels good. it makes the anger and hysteria go away. after i throw things across the room and knock over all the bookcases and books and nick nacks and dvds and tapes and candles are laying all over the living room floor ( i don't think i broke anything though ) then i can't breathe or control my temper any more ( and to think it was only because cell one didn't get my change of address and cut of my phone line ) i can't find my inhaler and now i'm wheezing but i know where the matches are. and although i tried to put it out of site and out of mind i still know where my little knife is. and then i sit and bleed and blister and slowly, but certainly, my breathing returns to normal and i can see without blurred vision that the house is wrecked. so i clean it up and i even vacuum the carpet. good for me. 021219
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spiderweb it's kind of ironic, but i should mention that dad gave me that little knife for "self-protection." and that's what i use it for, protection of myself when i lose my temper so i don't slug him in the face for saying those things about my mother. cause when i do that he usually tries to strangle me. so thank you dad for helping me help myself. 021219
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ferret please, i have a friend who cuts, i don't know how long she's done it. months maybe. i want to help her, please, any advice is greatly appreaciated. plz help my email is loudnoise@prodigy.net 030118
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x slit happens 030119
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RAN BO (8th Regiment)***** i cut my wrist many years ago,i never look back ever since,if the scar will remain with me till the day i die ,i wont regret it and to all the people who condemn me,i have one thing to say to you,"FUCK YOUR MOTHER!!! FUCKING FUCKKAH!!!!!" DONT PUSH YOUR LUCK!!! one fucking neighbour by the name of CHIN SOHAI tried to act smart ,i "teach "her a lesson,i dont scare of her gangster husband or son ,now i am "teaching "her daughter a "lesson" (what CHIN SOHHAI say about me happen back to her daughter and that is what u get wicked slut for being jealous!!!!)i am not insane slut,instead u r the one who is insane including your husband,your son and FUCK YOUR COUSIN TOO!!! I aint scare shit!!! SUCK MY DICK!!!!call your own daughter "CHI SART CIBEK" "CHEEEH MAH HAI!!!"anytime if u want to die,condemn me again!! 030130
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stevelo playin hookie with my life
trying not to be something i am
so i take it out on the knife
maybe he will understand

there's a hole inside of me
the show will go on
all the way i can't
b r e e t h
if you killed me i wouldn't bleed

so i'm laying down to rest again
but waking up i have to watch
i don't trust me as much as i can
cut me off, i cut so much
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DevilsLyric I used to but my parents got so damn worried so now I just use a saftey pin and stick it in my arms and fingers.

I like to see the blood. Its a big releif. The pain lets me forget about my life. I know in a year or so when my parents have forgotten I will seek out a razor when I cant sleep.

But I have to buy more long sleeved shirts.
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Perspective_of_Soul Look at me now :) 030326
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stuck i'm bulemic. i have done it for three years. my mother read my diary and found out. they told me to stop. i did. i started scratching myself. not badly, on my stomach where no one can see. it didn't even bleed. my boyfriend saw it and i just laughed it off making up some stupid lie. i need a release. im scared that someone will find out though. and what if i start and cannot stop. i just need a fix for this pain. i don't want to be a freak. i don't want to go to therapy for the rest of my life. i don't want to disappoint everyone by showing that not only am i the perfect girl they thought i was, but i am a sick freak who throws up, cuts herself, and LIKES it. Maybe just once. Just to see. I told my therapist I wouldn't. I think i will. just once. Just to see.. 030508
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emo I am cut like that silly string flys out of a can onto a newly-wed couple who ignites from the trick candles on their wedding cake. 030609
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endless desire stuck- i understand, you see. i am (or maybe was) bulimic and i have cut myself before also. and i am sure you know, just as i do, that it is never just once. it is never ever just once. i said i would throw up just once when i was 12. yeah, lets just say it wasn't just once. i said i'd cut myself just once a few months back. and i promised everyone else that it was just once. . .just that once. but once is never enough, because you have opened the doors to a new pain release. i am learning from my "just_once" mistakes. i told myself i would just go a day without eating. and i went two. and i said, just try once more. just another streak. just for fun, it won't lead to anything. but i looked at the patterns of my life and what self hatred and stubborness can form. i knew i wouldn't do it just once. and i knew that if i could, i would stop myself from throwing up that first time and cutting myself that first time. so maybe i stopped myself into falling into something very serious. and maybe you can look at your life and realize that you won't just cut yourself once. you just won't. and i am sure it means nothing from me to hear this, because i would have never listened either. and i still rarely listen. i don't know. who am i to give advice? just, if you are going to do it, don't be naiive enough to think it'll just be once. 030609
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phil it's dumb, ok. It's not interesting or even remotely acceptable, get the fuck away from me, I don't care any more, quit fucking talking about it, quit fucking doing it, you damn freaks. 030711
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oldephebe its my word
cut me up in fire
the marrow screaming in my bones
a body broken well before its' time
and pain sits like a bloodwet gibbon
on the throne
and don't tell me that is the phone
some tassled buttoned down
indifference
to proffer
to me
the perfect pink little pill
and the pain is laughing
in me still
I've fed hundreds of these pills
to it
cut me up in fire
b r e a t h
cut me
up
in
fire
a morbid miscellany
of some sundry
things
its what you've come to
expect from me
i fold
a fetal prayer
i stride so briskly
and its' still raging
running up and down in me
so cut me up in the fire
feed the furnace and watch me burn
an orchestra of the dead
playing riffs out of Bartok
in my head
tear these tempests
out
and pain
a searing clarity
and the only escape for me
cut me up in fire
feed the furnace
and watch me learn
aahh yeah
watch me achieve a perfect
unity
as its tendrilled hand
takes me
mm mm yeah
ye-ah yeah
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commit suicide or die horribly why did kelly,the british scientist slash his left wrist,is he dumb or if he did not slash his left wrist,somebody would slash/cut his left wrist for him,was he being forced to slash his left wrist by someone else?which one you prefer? 030719
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rubydee beware the felo_de_se 030720
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crimson

Anguish comes in liquid form.
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Aimee I started cutting soon after my grandpa died... I'd claw at my skin and rarely drew blood, but that's how it started. Then I realized that didn't work anymore, so I tried to scratch deeper, only succeeding in leaving "rug burn" like marks on myself. I cut myself once with a letter opener I put in a flame first, and realized, shit, I need to stop... so I willed myself to stop.. that lasted until I went to college (a whole 6 months) and met my roommate... a cutter whose arms looked like a cutting board from the deep scars. I avoided her at all costs and then she finally landed herself in the hospital twice and I lost it.. I started cutting again too... same little scratches here and there... Logan never noticed them... It wasn't until last fall that I grabbed a razor blade and started cutting big time.. right on the back of my hands and wrists... enough where i would bleed non-stop for 15 mins and wouldn't be able to fully use my hand for a few days. I promised him I'd stop and found out how addicted I was to it... I still wring my hands when I'm extremely depressed or upset... just trying not to run to the bathroom lock the door and start chopping up my hand... I made it 8 months, and then in june did it again.. at least now my doctors are handling it instead of just me... I'm supposed to start medication, but I don't know when... I guess that in itself gives enough hope... 030722
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phil smoke crack. 030822
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ferret i'm sure you'll make it aimee ;)

unfortunately, my addiction cannot be postponed simply by ridding my house of sharp objects...
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crimson I went to the railroad yesterday. I brought my razorblade and I cut and cut and watched it drip splatter onto the cement, and it made a water-plop noises as the dops fell, and it was okay but messy. 030828
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Strideo I wish there was somthing i could say to convince any of you who do this to stop. unfortunately i know how it is. hang in there. try, please try not to hurt yourself.

just telling some one to have hope allways seems so trite when they're hurting . . .

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endless desire beautiful poem oldephebe. 030913
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realistic optimist slice through scales
tear them free
rake and tear
death from me

with this spell
invoke birth
scab o'er limb
refuel worth

power drips
earth from vein
life unleashed
expels pain
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wow. very beautiful, very succinct. the deeper flow captured. thank you. 030913
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MollyCule He tells me, if there are any Band-Aids on you, this is over, I don't need this kind of guilt trip shit.

So I just show him my unmarked arms and keep my pants on.

He doesn't understand. He'll never understand.
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lalagirl19 wondering what everyone else thinks
when they see
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lovely there is a cut across my chest. and its from you 031019
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book i am alone and there
is no one
the scars are fading
but new ones are being cut
it is my life
my death
i hope someday
the french horns in my section
will know and forgive me
because i was only
trying to do my best
but it never was enough
so now the cuts are
i love them
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souless wanderer She sits down, her head resting on her hand. Her unseeing eyes stare at the chair in front of her. Her other hand is constantly moving, twirling her pen, tapping out a beat on the desk. She slides her hand down her cheek, until it falls on the desk, jarring her into the present. Her eyes finally focus, and she stares at the band on her wrist. She stares, picturing the cuts she knows are there, red, raw, and throbbing. She scratches at one expirementally, grimacing as the pain washes over her. She twists the wrist band around, the ribbed material tearing away from the dried blood and pus, pulling at the skin, ripping the wounds open again. Tears come to her eyes, and she smiles. 031118
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MeKoy You can call me MeKoy everyone does. My real name is Mary. When my friend reliazed I cut she showed me her scares in class. I went over to her house that weekend and we talked about it for hours hinding in her room.I don't think I had even meet any of her family that time. We really didn't pay that much attition to each other much before then but are friends were close. So we gave each other a chance. Came to find out we had alot more in common then are friends did with us. We decided to get on the computer we figured if we had this in common we each other there would have to be other people out there like us. We went to several pages like this one but we were so ashamed we never used are rell names so I was MeKoy and she was Georgie. That was in the fourth grade i was like only 12. I had just started cutting in the middel of that school year. I'm now 13 I'll be 14 in 2 mounths and I'm in the seventh grade now. I cut still but here lately I've tryed to stop. I've opened my eyes and realized all the people around me that do it to. That's not the reall reason though. I meet a guy it might be insane because I;m so young but I'm truly enlove with him. I first I figured no one could truely love me. I've always have been like that i can't love myself so why should anyone else thats why I sarted cutting in the first place. It soon became an addiction that i came to love. Well anyways this guy hes name is Wes or at least thats the name he uses on these pages. He sayed he loves me but i just couldnt belive. He doesn't exsactly havae a good reputashion with girls to begin with in the first place. So why should I be any different? It toke a lot of time betwen his friends and even mine which hated him at first to convense me that the words he was saying were true. So I warmed up to him and became very open. I asked Georgie how could I show him that I love him as much as he did me. Well i guess she still didn't think he really loved me. SO she sayed tell him about the cutting. when we saw what he sayed we would know how he truly felled.When I did he didn't wig out he just tryed to convince me it wasn't worth it more than anyone else had ever tryed before.SO i figured i better go ahead anad drop the bomb on him See i've slit my rist three times. Trying to end this meaning less life. The worst was a week before I had told him I had been put in the hospital. He knew that I was there i just told him i was sick.Well when i told him he was shocked and stopped talking to me for a week.He knew I was pissed off so he had his friend call me and talk to me. We seateled down. Later the next week on Thursday i got the worst call ever. He sayed the night before he had slit his rist. I was in tears for nights. But still cant' figure out why. The fact that he did was because he sayed he loved me. OK I know reall weird way of showing it. But when I finally stop shacking and panicking a coupel days later he say he had done it wonce before because his family. He sayed he hadnt done again tell then because he though there had to be a reason to live. He sayed that reason was me. I've i heart he hearts, if i die he dies. It's hes way of helping me stop cutting.it its done a pretty good job.
Uuntil last night. i HAD A NOTHER BREAK DOWN BUT IN STEAD OF STARTING TO CUT AGAIN I TRYED TO STOP IT ALL I SLIT MY rist. But I stoped, wes had called while i was in the bathroom. When i got on the phone in tears he instantly knew what was wronge.I BEG for hours for him not to do anything it wasnt his falut that i did it i just cant stop. I don't know if he ever did anthing and wont for a week were out of school for chritsmas. this all happend christmas eve. I need help I can't stop. I don't want to stop. But when it comes to Wes i have to stop if i losse him. My friends well be lossesing me to pleas help. ANyone exspeacialy if you know were i comeing form email me at gccherokee03@hotmail.com or lp_gc_freak_03@yahoo.com Oh in just so you know the whole story one other thing I was in the hospital one other time to for takeing so many pells at once.
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MeKoy Ok this was from last week when I wanted to cut but I reminded myself of Wes and decided to just wright this down.

secret shame,secter shame, i hide away my secret shame, am i the only one to blame, they look at me and think its just a game, that im just insane, am i to blame for my secret shame?

they look at me, laugh at me, they talk back and prowl at me.just one look is all they need to judge me, they all jion in to mock me but do they even know me?

you see i try to change the past through these's tears, but these tears dont come from my fear feld eyes, they come from my friend the silver knife.

deep in my flesh the wounds grow deeper and deeper, there trophy's that i dont show, some say its because im insane, some say its all thats keeping me here today.

if its not a game, and im not insnae, then why do i have to hide away my scares, my secret shame.
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cupcake MeKoy, please i dont mean to sound mean but thats just not a good way of dealing wtih things, it just hurts you more and you feel bad about it because you say its your secret shame. if you do it to feel better it really doesn't sound like it helps, there are better ways, i promise, and i promise that everything will be better tomorrow or the tomorrow after that but things you do today will affect you tomorrow and you just have to make it through today. 031226
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MeKoy yeah cupcake i guess but relly i've began to think of it diffrently it's not relly my secret shame no more. i don't try to hide the scares as much and don't always turn away when people ask me why or what thier form. It's not the best way of dealing with things but really it's all I have and like I said I'm trying to stop. thanks 031226
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MeKoy aw my friend the silver balde, oh how try to make you go away,but you came back with a huge splash today, and what an exsposion it made, I want to get rid of my friend and oh how i trued to difind myself form it trying to get in, why oh why did i give in? for once i had a pashion a srive to get over you, well i ever be able to make it through well i ever get rid of you? 031229
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MeKoy I pray 031229
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Helicala Cut class. 040107
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MeKoy awwwwwwwww my mom saw my arms today ijust turned away tell she brought it up again i just blew it off what was i suposse to do? 040109
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iNsEcUrE_GoTh_GiRl i tried with a razor
i slashed at my arm
again
and
again
it didnt cut
i was afraid of the pain
instead of relieving the mental pain
it added to it
made me feel bad
dirty
wrong
i want to cut
want
want
want
just scratching at my arms helps relieve my stress
but when it comes to drawing blood
i feel dirty again
what can i do?
i want to cut myself,
it helps
im fairly squeamish
maybe thats why i dont want the blood
but im desperate to
i just came out of a real depression
im better now
but all the shit at school
with everyone bullshitting
and the pity in their eyes
and they dont even know me
i really really need to cut
i have to go now
im going to go and cut
to try and relieve the pain inside
ive seen the scars of those at school
the moshers
the skaters
the goths
i talked to one of them about it
we talked as though it was common
coz to them and to me
it is
and its crazy
and its not a plea for help off others
but i need it
it feels good
maybe after a while
the blood will cleanse my pain
i don't know
until i try
and everyone here seems to deal with it
this way
and so it must help.
sorry for wasting space, i was desperate to say something.
if someone can say something to stop the confusion, my email is

miss_lucifer1@hotmail.com
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iNsEcUrE_GoTh_GiRl that was hard to say
sorry
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MeKOY _ 040116
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MeKoy INSUCRUE GOTH GIRL thatis always hard to say, when we speakwith so much pain. I might not be able to help you but it would be nice have someone to talk to about htis things. it just fells weird around my friends even the ones that do it to. my email adresse is
gccherokee03@hotmail.com
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book i think im done
i haven't done it in so long
well, just little knicks
not deep anymore
i don't want to be sad
i don't want to cry at night
all i want to do
is live
be free
i want my scars to fade
so people don't ask
or look away
all i want is my horn
my books and my guitar
that's all
is that such a big
thing to want?
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book i think im done
i haven't done it in so long
well, just little knicks
not deep anymore
i don't want to be sad
i don't want to cry at night
all i want to do
is live
be free
i want my scars to fade
so people don't ask
or look away
all i want is my horn
my books and my guitar
that's all
is that such a big
thing to want?
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book i think im done
i haven't done it in so long
well, just little knicks
not deep anymore
i don't want to be sad
i don't want to cry at night
all i want to do
is live
be free
i want my scars to fade
so people don't ask
or look away
all i want is my horn
my books and my guitar
that's all
is that such a big
thing to want?
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frog im trying to quit so the guidence counselors wil get off my back. and so my best friend wont worry about me 040124
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shine i don't want to
i don't want to
i do i do

i cry
i'm sorry i cry, blair
i cut
i'm sorry i cut, blair

you deserve better
i don't deserve you
you don't deserve this

i scream, cry, curl up in a ball on the floor. take this away! i don't want to feel anymore! there is no end to this. there never will be. sometimes it seems that the world is a stage, everyone is acting. what's the point of acting? someone, something, take me off this stage. i don't want life anymore.
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shine i don't do it because of you, sweetheart. this i need you to know. it's not you it's not you. i love you. i miss you. i'm sorry 040124
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User24 claudia, your comment of 000727 was very accurate. thankyou.

healed scars are a good reminder.

unhinged, Smashing pumpkins, definately. Marilyn Manson's Antichrist album did it for me. Tourniquet. and Minute of Decay. In fact, almost the whole album.

dB "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words cause permanent psychological damage.".. well said. very well said.

trazlo, I had a similar pact. I broke it, so she took a pair of scissor and carved into her arm before my eyes. I stopped after that.

redspark "drag it across my skin for that irresistable release and distaction" I relate.

unhinged " they think that their eyes upon them are enough to push you over the edge." yeah. in fact, their eyes flitting everywhere but on them is more degrading.

cazzi, God I hated school. changing rooms were the worst.

PCD, "Cry for help"? no.

PCD, "one must cut oneself in an attempt to make oneself whole." no.

claudia "cutting is more addictive than anything else i've tried." oh yeah. But i never got tolerant.. well.. I cut more frequently, but always in the same place, and to pretty much the same degree. "like an absolute therapy." yes.

redspark, you amaze me, too.

PCD, you disgust me.

fuck, top left shoulder.

Daf, how can you be so harsh?

ruby, 'thin white lines' mmhmm. lots.

MollyCule, i liked it, too. odd.

bloodjetpoetry, "trace them with the tips of your fingers.". yes.

anti-social butterfly, I almost cried for you.

madness; at least he didn't ask if you'd tried to kill yourself while your mother was in the same room. (that's supposed to be supportive, but it came out snappy.)

ferret, become her friend.

DevilsLyric, it was never about the blood for me. and what is it with you guys? cut where T shirts will cover it up! duh! :)

endless desire, I didn't know. hugs.

Strideo, I know how you feel. Couldn't have said it better myself.

Realistic Optimist, perfect expression.

MeKoy, god, that's a beautiful poem.

insecure goth girl, take all the space you need. don't listen to Marilyn Manson, seriously. I don't know if this'll help, in fact I'm pretty sure it won't, but I found that the only thing to do was ride it out.

shrine, " curl up in a ball on the floor" yup.






to everyone I haven't commented on, I'm sorry, I just couldn't find the words.




Please, cut if you need to cut, but don't do it too deep, you really don't want to end up dead. For me, cutting was not about attention, or asking for help, it was a release, and I suppose a way of getting some control in my life. But please, don't get silly, cut a little here and there, but don't get silly.

And to everyone thinking of cutting, don't. it's addictive, and the scars will stay with forever, and I think in my case, it worsened the situation more than it helped.

anyway, much love to everyone, I think I know a little of what you feel, and a lot of what you've said has touched me. Thankyou for sharing. And take care of yourselves.

:)
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iNsEcUrE_GoTh_GiRl thank you user24 040125
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MeKoy God it fells good to be back on here again. Mom thinks groundeing me well make it all stop. It just makes me want to go insane. I had nothing to hold onto. She checks my arms now.So I moved to my leg it's stupid to some but it gives me a release.

U24 Thank you writing poetry and songs is all I really do know .
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zoe if you want to cut yourselves in the privacy of your own homes, then thats fine with me. but shut the fuck up. sorry. it needed to be said. not that i don't derive amusement from this kind of stuff, but... jesus. three words. get. over. it. 040210
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shhh nobody forced you to read these posts
if you dont like them then you dont have to read them, but people are posting their feelings and experiences here and you telling them to shut up is wrong.

get over it?

you obviously don't know what you're saying, and you don't understand what these people are going through.

if you want to say your opinion then thats fine. however telling other people to shut the fuck up is both rude and uncalled for.
thank you.
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Lemon_Soda Didn't you just say the same thing in a nicer tone?

Post your fuck yous and your shut the hell ups. Post all you want. Any of you. All of you. Thats the one right we all have here. I always thought if you don't reward them with a rebuttal to such rude blurgle they'd eventually leave you alone, and heck, even if they don't doesn't mean we can't take our own advice and just not read it...
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iNsEcUrE_GoTh_GiRl LOL Lemon_Soda!
i agree, if you dont like something then you dont have to read it, its nice just being able to vent.
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alice listen. if you want to post on cut, then have somthing to say about cutting. but dont yell shut the fuck up in a message board thats bout cutting. 040213
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MeKoy wow i agree you keep it up and cut well be shut the fuck up soon 040216
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iNsEcUrE_GoTh_GiRl i just read what i put earlier and it looks like i support the shit spouted by zoe, i did not and i think that if you have something to say about cutting, feel free to share, but if you just want to slag it off then do it elsewhere. i know that we can all vent if we want to but this isn't the point on this topic, and it is pretty wrong to do it.

this is a fucking serious subject, and it should be treated as such, not moaned at by people who don't understand it.
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soulesswanderer Bleed and burn.
My hands are covered in blood.
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nookeel I cut all the time. I don't know what to do. I'm scared because I think they might take my kids. When I'm scared, I just cut more. What can I do? 040325
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shadow of human being Cool blade goes into my arm.I am in control.I have 4 stripes,that's my little secret,on my left hand,but below
the short sleeve.You cut one of them
while the others heal,that way you wont screw up too much skin.
WHY THE HELL YOU DOING THIS YOU FREAK?!
-i've cut right in classroom once,but
only so that my deskmate could see.
I am a very weak person.I cant tolerate emotional pain.For long time
i was not social at all.Blade tolerates me.It gives me control.
No longer you can manipulate my feelings.I was feeling love,that bastardly feeling,but after blade went
inside,cutting all the skin,and going a little bit inside the meat,love was gone,and
i was returned to my kingdom of no feelings.
i was suddenly a Robotic drone again.
But why?
I can take my chances and be a normal person.I can take my chance and lead
my life,and even find love.But if i will be rejected once more i will die.
i have a choice-a monotonous life of a
robot or life full of pain and misery.
PAIN TELLS ME I AM ALIVE.
PAIN GUIDES ME.
PAIN STOPS FEELINGS.
STOPS DESIRE FOR COMPASSION.
STOPS DESIRE FOR PITY.
STOPS DESIRE FOR LOVE.
IT MAKES ME STRONG.
IN FACT SO STRONG,IT GRANTS ME ANOTHER DAY SUICIDE-FREE.
SO why DONT people cut?
your body is just a tool of your brain.
as for scars...Being asmed of being myself is stupid.And if they want to make fun of me and call me a freak,i can show em a neat trick-pull out my little sharp knife and dice up some flesh,so blood spurrs out,and then shout - "I WILL CUT YOUR FUCKING THROAT IF YOU DONT RUN!" and be left alone and pain free
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anonymous always. I couldn't believe what I did. Three parallel scars, now fading. I won't do it again, I know it, never. Horrible. They weren't deep. Nobody asked. If they did, "my cat scratched me."


I'm not a head case!!!!!!
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kookaburra some people do do it for attention. i wanted to be the crazy girl, livin wild on the edge. never broke the skin. 040415
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oldephebe but what are we telling ourselves about the emotional discomfort that we are feeling? if we are weak does that mean that we cannot become strong? can't we at least inestigate how to acquire an inner life, a spiritual and or psychological dialogue to respond to our emotional flares? I think it's worth considering, it's worth ivestigating to learn how to be powerful in the midst of our pain.
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oldephebe but what are we telling ourselves about the emotional discomfort that we are feeling? if we are weak does that mean that we cannot become strong? can't we at least inestigate how to acquire an inner life, a spiritual and or psychological dialogue to respond to our emotional flares? I think it's worth considering, it's worth ivestigating to learn how to be powerful in the midst of our pain.
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shade of human being if they did...my cat scratched me...
MY ASS - You're different now.And once
they find out,they are going to banish you
from their society and tag you a freak
because if they cannot understand they are afraid,and if they are afraid they
hate.
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just another teen fuckup being branded by society..
it doesn't bother me now

its true
it does change you
but only if you're weak enough to succumb to the urges
i was
i am

dont follow in these footsteps
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oldephebe yes but see the urges aren't going going to dissapate until we learn to answer the urges whith something...will power alone won't do it... 040417
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just another teen fuckup what else is there to do? 040417
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kookaburra i take ballet.
it keeps me from cutting.
leotards dont leave much to the imagination....
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kookaburra ur welcome, .
though i don understnd the point of putting a dot on the page, alirght.
im up for new things
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oldephebe "what else is there to do?"

Well, one can begin to acquire a verbiage, a vocabulary an answer to respond to the white hot flashes of anxiety slashing its way through us...

(hmm he started out by saying one and ended whith us..from third to second person..blech)

are the things that we are telling ourselves about the observable universe that impacts our emotions true? and if they have a relative truth or empiracle concreteness; what does it's meaning have for us, if any at all? Maybe it's an oppurtunity to look at things a little differently. To take what is painful and make it, simply by perspective a path to seeing something beautiful in ourselves, in seeing the truth in another and perhaps tearing that person's teeth out of us. Maybe it's a way for us to slowly begin re-wiring all of those sub-conscious reflexive responses to things. Tell ourself a different, a greater truth about the things that have or that happen or will happen to us.

see: standing_chest_deep_in_the_dark
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hope or despair the vision of sliciing is so unnervingly disgusting that I want it so badly..such self-mutilation... 040515
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elegance January 26th drunk on a bottle of Jack Daniels after dancing on a wall and kissing another boy, I met the boy who is My Last Great Love Affair, my Duck, my Superhero, my Cowboy. He talked to me and breathed life into my choked over-smoked lungs. After nine years of self-harming (I have just turned 18, do the maths) during which time the longest I went without cutting was a month and a half, I have only cut once since January 26th. Perhaps it's co-dependance, or some other pop-psychology term that I don't understand anyway, but I don't really care.

Thank-you Cowboy.
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just another teen fuckup acquiring a vocabulary to express these emotions does fuck all. it's just more eloquent phrasing of

'i want to fucking die, fucking kill me now'

talking doesnt help
people dont want to hear problems, they want a nice shiny world where there's no nasty surprises.
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Sw now. 040616
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virgin dove I have become very curious about cutting over the past few weeks. I am 14 years old. A lot of things have really hit me, and hit hard. My mother died a few years ago and each day a little more memory of her fades away. Someone that was my friend tried to kill herself because she was jealous of me and my boyfriend, her ex. I am losing relationship with God.
Out of nowhere, for no reason I'll start crying. I don't know if I'm depressed or what. I know my boyfriend is there for me, he was once a cutter and I know he would want me to talk about this kind of thing with him but I'm just scared. I'm terrified as I'm writing this because I am admitting true thoughts to myself.
I don't want to cut, I am afraid of getting addicted. I am afraid of my father finding out and sending me to a hospital.
I need your help to keep me from cutting. I have read many of these conversations and I realize that it isn't worth it. I still need help though.
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virgin dove I have become very curious about cutting over the past few weeks. I am 14 years old. A lot of things have really hit me, and hit hard. My mother died a few years ago and each day a little more memory of her fades away. Someone that was my friend tried to kill herself because she was jealous of me and my boyfriend, her ex. I am losing relationship with God.
Out of nowhere, for no reason I'll start crying. I don't know if I'm depressed or what. I know my boyfriend is there for me, he was once a cutter and I know he would want me to talk about this kind of thing with him but I'm just scared. I'm terrified as I'm writing this because I am admitting true thoughts to myself.
I don't want to cut, I am afraid of getting addicted. I am afraid of my father finding out and sending me to a hospital.
But that curiosity is still there.
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puredream Can I cut off a piece of your heart? I promise not to chew too much. 040714
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Borealis "she's cut" 040714
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oldephebe what i meant by acquiring a vocabulary to discuss or address the impulses that drive one to the blades smiling smirking edge is simply this: we have to take care of the temple of the heart. We have to do more than just gyrate reflexively to the impulses and emotions we encounter. We must begin to ascribe MEANING to some of these spasms of ego and id. We must begin telling ourelves the TRUTH, an objective rational TRUTH about what we encounter, what we feel instead of becoming little more than a flailing bass on a blade. WE matter. YOU matter. THEY, whoever the hell we think THEY IS, don't. We have to stop psyching ourselves out or allowing ourselves to be pysched out. If you got something to cry about, go ahead cry, cry cry it all out, cry loud cry long,,but the damndest thing about self-pity is that it's like a fun house mirror over our soul. It distorts and magnifies our pain and perceptions. I guess that's what I was trying to say. If you are young, that doesn't mean that you can't begin to exercise some judgement and take some wisdom from past experiences and begin to take care of yourself psychologically. Be well
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virgin dove I no longer want to cut and somehow I believe that I never wanted to. Like you said, it was probably self pity. I took your advice without even reading it. I started to try to see the bright side of things, even though some of them were odd. I was thankful for the way that bathroom tiles fit together so perfectly and thankful that I had someone through this whole ordeal. My boyfriend, as always, was there for me. 040806
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virgin dove puredream, you may cut off a part of my heart but I warn you, it is no longer bitter and cold. 040806
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misstree 'phebe: "We have to do more than just gyrate reflexively to the impulses and emotions we encounter. We must begin to ascribe MEANING to some of these spasms of ego and id." swooning, love it, love it.

and i gotta say, if you're a teenager, you're 100% guaranteed to be at least partially insane. it's part of the job description. slog through it as well as you can, it's all survivable, things start getting a little easier once reality starts coming into focus.
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Trixie I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to be doing. But Cutting is and has been part of my life. Some people just don't understand. 040914
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Nepenthe Cutting. It makes everything that much clearer. Just as sharp as that razor is everything around you and inside you. A cleansing ritual of sorts. And a cure for boredom. It's fun. I feel like doing it. And when I'm sad it stops my crying. It frees me just a little. A calm comfortable burning. I like to watch myself cut slowly. 040915
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brady holy fucking crist. you people are fucking nut cases, i hope you cut a tendon and paralise your hand you drucged out crack heads. god, what the fuck are you people thinking, im trying to help my friend stop cutting and its sites like this that make it harder, i hope you all die from massave blood lose. faggot ass insane crack heads. 040917
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Nepenthe Hate never helps. Maybe try understanding your friend? 040918
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BeautifulDyzaster Cut me so I can bleed
let me feel the pain
that I won't give to you
I don't want to hurt you
don't want to hurt anyone
why can't you understand
I like the pain
but I don't like it in your eyes
I hate it in your eyes
can't stand to see it staring back at me
a reflection of my own
so I give it myself
cutting myself to pieces
to make sure I can still bleed
because when I find out I can
I have to remember
I am still alive
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andie jaye that's all i want to do right now... 041115
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oldephebe well..when i said develope a vocabulary that accurately, truthfully imparts to us some distance from the catastrophizing of really normal things that happen to a lot of poeple...not denying that you are depressed or that you want to lie down in the soft earth and stay in it's womb forever...what i meant was if our expectations aren't meant..is it really the end of the world? i mean..i had a horrific childhood and adolescence..and maybe obsessive sci-fi and detective novels and american literature and Marvel and DC and Archie and Sherlock Holmes and all that gave me a respite, but the furnace was always there..always open and waiting for me when i closed the book or closed my eyes...and i HAD to learn to teach myself to make it to the next day...believe me thoughts do change your brain chemistry and persitant and disciplined interior screening and dialogues build up a reflexive impetus of their own...so you have something to meet those initial catastrophizing impulses and or emotions or thoughts...i wish i could be clearer..but to this DAY..this is what helps me make it to the next day..just the next day and i'll be okay..the thoughts we think can alter, change our brain chemistry profoundly
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oldephebe ..ah i meant obssesively READING all those books...but i was a terrible student...

feel better...
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CC I cut my wrist...well, at least I did. I'm 12 years old and in middle school, and someone seen and told the principal. He called my mom and she started crying while entering the office. While I sit there...stairing down at my wrist...I did it again but she hasn't said anything. I know she knows I did it agian. I was wearing a wrist band and have been...I never wear wrist bands. She trys to make me not cut my wrist by giving me whatever I want. I don't want her money...I don't want attention. I want to relsease my anger, pain, and frusteration. I want to be able to feel better for 2 days maybe 3. I want some way to remember how shity my life was from when I can remember to where I am right now. I am 12, like I said before...I see a therapist..what's up with that? I have lost many friends, and they all therten to tell if I ever do it again. One of my friends found out...I told him they were old. Like alomost everuone else has said on this page...it's like a drug...very addicting and I want to do it again. I wanted to do it about 2 nights ago. I was talking to my friend and I ran to her house about 1 mile away in the snow. That's fucked up, but I wanted to cut. I came home not wanting to cut, but again tonight I want to cut. I don't cry...it doesn't hurt. Until you have to put water on it. That kills. If you are thinking about doing this...don't...if you already have I know what it's like...and for the first time ever a 12 year old knows what it's like. It sucks...I want to go back and take it all back, but I can't. I want to go back and never cut...but it's too late and I'm suffering. I cry almost every night because when I don't cut it's really hard and I need to relsease my feelings. When I do cut I cry because it hurts when you grab my arm to show my a fight or your cell phone. I have cut 4 times and I'm addicted. They were deep...I hate it! 041130
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CC I LOVE ALEX 041201
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CC I didn't know it would affect me, but it did when someone seen and told on me. My mom found out and cried, I just sat there and stared. I do it, and I will. I can't not do it, it's addicting and a part of me now. My scares get worse and worse form white lines to deep whitish...grayish lines. Sometimes it's hard to breathe, sometimes I'm not even thinking. Then I realize come Monday someone will see...hopefully they won't tell and they'll just be there for me! That's what I want and what I need. I love you friends...but I'm almost dead. 041204
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There;s thye last one Have you ever thought about it:
If I think long and hard about my life from when I was born to where I am right nowÖ.I realize that there arenít too many good things about it. When I was younger and my parents were still togetherÖmy mother and father both drank. My dad would drink so much he wouldnít know what he was doing. My mom finally quit when I was about 3 years old, but my dad didnít. He would still hurt her, and sometimes he would hurt either my brother, my sister, or me. My mom, then again, realized when I was about 5 that she had to get a divorce. So she did and I would see my dad every other Monday, every Wednesday, Thursday, and Sunday. Then he started having room mates live with him. They would stay downstairs, and one of them committed suicide in my dadís driveway. That scared me and then I disagreed to stay the night. That upset him and he would threaten to beat me. I would cry and have my mom come pick my up. When she got there I would run to the car and weíd leave. Then when I was about 9 I completely refused to see him. I didnít even believe he was my dad. So we only saw each other on Sundayís for church that was until he got his new girlfriend and he wouldnít even go to church. So then we quit seeing each other and he would call about once every 4-6 months. He called on Thanksgiving when I was 12. Said he missed me and we started arguing and he hung up on me. That was when I realized I really didnít like my life. Reason being was because along with all that my best friend had moved to Florida. My other best friend decided he didnít want to be my friend anymore. Then my boyfriend decided he also hated me. Then both of my best friends that were girls decided they didnít want to hang out with me anymore and they disliked me. All this put me in depression along with my mom and step-dad losing a lot of money. It really hurt. I would try constantly to be gone, or always moving. That way I would never think about it. I would never ever think about how screwed up my life was. Well, that all disappeared when I cut my wrist and my mom found out. When that happened my mom tried to ignore it and would buy me anything I wanted. I didnít want that. Really I didnít. Now, Iím not sure what I want, or why I want it. Iím not sure if Iím really here or whether or not itís all a dream
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Chelsea I could tell you all I have never cut my wrist, but one I would be lieing, and two why would I be on this website? I want to let you all know "yes, I have cut my wrist" and now I have quit. I seen all the people who cared, and yet I seen something I would chose never to have saw. After I cut my wrist...when my arm didn't hurt as bad. I would pull up my sleeves no noticing, but other people would. The people who noticed started to care, even if they hated my guts before. I also lost 4 friend. All my best friends. They still hate me vene though I quit because I seen who I hurt by hurting myself. And reading one of the comments made on this page...someone said that this page was to make people proud of cutting there selves. I will tell you now it is nothing to be proud of and if I could I would take it back. A lot of people cut their selves and I didn't notice it until I did it. But now the world...almost everyone finds some way to hurt them selves either physically or mentally, and sometimes both. It's something that no one can change besides them selves. I quit, and I know as addicting as it is...so can you. All you have to do it throw away your raxors...throw away your knives. Quit burning your selves and scratching your selves...that makes you sounds physco. Yeah so does cutting, and on the other hand for everyone who says all they want is someone who cares (which I said myself) no one wants to care about someone who cuts them selves because you need to care about your self first. You need to realize you're beautiful before someone else can...you need to realize you're really smart before someone else can. And you need to realize that you can be happy, and you can care about your self, and you can quit. I believe that you can...and so should you. For those of you who haven't told your parents tell them...I did and they balled their frickin eyes out. I didn't mean to, but they did. Then because they cried and got me help I noticed "Wow! They actually care about me." Life is going to suck no matter what happens...even if yoiu get one million dollars...because that's how life goes, and you cutting your wrist sure as hell aint' gonna make it better. I know most of you won't believe this...or whatever...but you should. If you need to talk I put my email address on it. Click my name then it'll tell you... 041212
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oE Oh. Didn't catch that up there.

Danke Misstree.

I can't believe a 12 year old is cutting her/himself. God. When I was twelve sure the hormones hit, and the whole being dateless for the 7th grade dance