I CAN'T FIND MY FUCKING SCISSORS !!!!!

You can't stop a gurl from slitting her wrists with her favorite weapon of choice, I can't find my sharp scissors, and I don't want a dull blade touching my skin at all...

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So what's your reason ?

Lost your friends ? Someone die ? Family problems ?

Do you feel sad, hurt, confused, alone, suicidal ?

So many reasons, so little room left on your wrists, your stomach, your legs

You hide it all, it's your secret, it's your way of life

What do you use ?

Scissors, pocket knife, glass, razor ?

Does it feel exhilarating ?

Does it subside your pain ?

So what if it hurts him ? So what if she bleeds ?

It doesn't hurt you...It's not your blood

It's not your body, It's not your life

It's to cope, it's a thrill

It lets you be in control

It makes you feel alive !

So what if this person is covered in scars ?

So what if it becomes an addiction ?

So what if this person does it their entire life ?

Let them cut

Let them cut until they're dripping crimson

I'm so lazy...

I'm so lazy...and just so unenthusiatic about the 30 Day Self Harm Challenge, i keep forgetting to type up the days, daily...but whatever...i'll do it eventually or just do it all in one big shot after i'm done it completely.


I've been feeling very invisible lately and also very sad, but that's nothing new...I made some new cuts on my arm, i didnt use scissors this time...i basically used a steak knife...disgusting

But i'm okay...or at least i'll let myself believe that

Maybe i'll make a happier post later on anime or Tim Burton or whatever, just to not sound so depressing and pathetic :/

Anyway, goodbye for now~