Novels About Self-harm Novels & Stories

Lumar said while he was still looking around my room “I know it’s not my fault. I don’t plan on hurting myself. I have been through much worse than this. Plus, no one cared until GInger came along anyway. I am just reading one of the books Ginger gave me to help with school when I start. So if there is nothing else, I would like to get back to it.” I said with a flat tone.

“If you are going to keep doing this to yourself, why not just jump to your death? Why punish yourself with a slow death? You know what, Julianne? I think you are the most selfish person. You keep hurting the people who really cares about you and every time, you act the victim. Do you think Marianne died because of you just so you can throw your life away without finding out why she had to die?” Tears blurred Julianne’s vision and when she looked at him, they dropped down her face. A weight settled in her throat and her chest squeezed at the same time, making it difficult for her to hold it in. She had never thought about how scary death was until now and the weight of it alone made her trem

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

( Book is currently ongoing and available only on Good novel. 2. Depressed ( love yourself ): A unique book on learning to love oneself and building strong self-esteem... Also a book on Self-discovery. ( Book is still ongoing and is Available on N******t but coming soon to Good novel. ) 3. My True friend: A book about, Two girls who loved and cared for each other to the extent that they were ready to put their lives at risk for the other. ( Book is completed and is available on Good novel, W******l, and Inknitt. )

Warning: This includes self-harm. Read at your own risk. Nalya The ache in my chest grew, and my wolf was silent. I couldn't feel her anymore after she said she needed some time to accept the rejection like he wanted. I cried when I remembered my mate rejected me. I tried to sleep off the pain in my heart, but it was still there. I got a razor blade and cut my inner thighs. It was a habit of mine growing up. Self-injury helped me cope with emotional pain and sadness. It brought me a sense of calm and relief. I made the same pattern I always did, going deeper and deeper into my skin this time. I sighed in relief as I continued my action. I closed my eyes, feeling better now. I threw the razor

*** Trigger Warning*** This chapter talks about a suic*de attempt and self-harming. CRYSTAL When Jonah left from my window, I sat back against the wall with tears rolling down my face and grabbed my bottle of anti-depressant medication, and took 4 of them at once. I closed my eyes and tried to picture my mom holding me when I was a kid but I couldn't. I kept seeing his face and hearing him in my head admit everything, hurt so much more than the night he told me. I took another pill and picked up my pocket knife and cut another line into my wrist then another. I was done with all the pain I have had to go through in my life. I didn't want to live anymore. I cut a couple more lines on my wrist

Rafe hissed in pain as the liquid touched his very fresh and watery wounds. “Kaella told me that Lexie passed out last night. Does that have anything to do with these injuries?” "I made a mistake and I've made up for it by whipping myself fifty times." "You shouldn't have done that." Betty threw away the bloodied cotton swab and replaced it with a new one. "Only then can I forget all my regrets." "Didn't your psychiatrist tell you that self-harm isn't the solution. It was just a momentary gratification. You will keep repeating the same mistakes next time.”

"That's so sick, we knew she was mental, but to go so far so as to kill someone. . ." "Those two were her bullies, she must have done it out of revenge." "Don't go near her, don't speak to her, she might kill you." Cathdra heard them all. The whispers. The accusations. How much should they drain her of life before they would stop killing her with their words? How much more do they have to take from her to be satisfied? She stayed holed inside her room and began to write. She read all the fairy tales she could lay her hands on. She put into words all she saw from the moving picture.