The content of these pages may contain "triggering" material.
The content of these pages may contain "triggering" material.
Emotion
why do i hurt so badly
i want to cry so sadly
Please beat me down to bring me up
i feel used yet abused.
i mistrust all, it may be my great fall
for now i am gone, under the knife
no more i wonder about death for he is knocking at my door.
My god there is so much blood on the floor.
i feel like it's so hard to say how i feel even to this day
The cold edge cutting ever so slow my heart beating
from my head to my toes.
Look now it's done theres blood on the floor, life is such a chore,
why did i have to become hells horror.
Now all i have is scars, there as many as the stars
i tried to die even in my car but all i have now is deep emotional scars.
Fists
i watch as i slit my wrists
The blood flows through my fists.
i get exited as the blood flows
But now it's time for me to go.
i have been so lost yet slow, i am tormented by my illness
But what can i do? i feel like i have been slowly deteriorating to nothing.
Why does everyone want to pick on me just lock me up and throw away my key.
i cant cry anymore my life is such a tormented chore.
Please end my pain, my lies, my tears
For i've lost all, all i can do now is cry and die.
Please shed not a tear for death is something i've never feared
Please think of my life and not my death for this is all i have left i just
want to cut to ease the pain as i watch the blood flow from my
wrists through my fists.
Phoenix
This was my life. i took it with a knife. i cut so deeply , Hopeless..
It seems tragic but it works like magic. My blood pours i cut my wrists the
blood flows through my fists. It pours out Drip, drip, drip
It spills on the floor. i wish to die on this truth i cannot lie.
Even though i want to die don't take it like i lie. It seems like the best
choice this pain & suffering i can no longer take i am going down down like
the snake.
My heart begins to beat slow for my blood has been lost from my soul.
My lips are blue
i have to run form view.
Please just let me be i don't have anything anymore my soul just wants to
soar. Why does life seem like such a chore?
~ Jarod
i welcome the contributions of others who self-harm or have done so in the past. Send us your writing, or arrange to send us your art or music by e-mailing RAZOR at zanne@cea.edu
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Check out SCAR, a zine
on the subject of scars and self-harm. The content of these pages may contain "triggering" material. |
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to CUTTERS, a page on the
subject of people who self-harm. The content of these pages may contain "triggering" material. |
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to The History of Child Abuse |
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Contents Under
Pressure Razor's writing about experiences she had during a 13 year
bout with DSH and five times she was institutionalized. |
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to Leap Frogge Leap was locked up in mental institutions when she was a kid. Leap refers to them as "the Institutes." |