June 2009
1 post
“You broke my heart in half, so I could cut myself with the edge.”
May 2009
7 posts
I thought this was a good idea.
I started this blog thinking this could help people. Maybe inspire people to open up. This is also my personal blog for my struggles and updates on my attempting to quit self injury. I’m beginning to think I should just delete this and forget the whole idea. I got an email telling me this was a trigger to someone. I did NOT want that to happen. I don’t know. I just wanted to help...
Another day, another urge. Another day goes by, and no cuts on my arms. I see to be the only person extremely proud of myself for this. I wish I had more people that understood this. I wish I could meet people who knew about this problem and didn’t think I was a freak. -Anon
A real story of an intense cutter. This is... →
My Black Dahlia - Hollywood Undead
I loved you, you made me, hate me. You gave me, hate, see?. It saved me and these tears are deadly. You feel that? I rip back, every time you tried to steal that. You feel bad? you feel sad? I’m sorry, hell no fuck that! It was my heart, it was my life, it was my start, it was your knife. This strife it dies, this life and these lies. And these lungs have sung this song for too long, and its...
Everyday is a constant fight. A constant struggle. If you live with a self mutilation addiction, going one day without scarring your skin is a huge triumph. I hope you all know that. You are loved. No matter how hard life is, just know someone loves you. -Anon
