Stories About Self Harm Novels & Stories

Frozen in place, I bore the weight of their stares—some filled with pity, others with pure mockery. These people weren't wrong. For years, I had wasted an insane amount of public resources. I had slit my wrists, ingested toxins, attempted to drown myself in the river, and once, I had set the curtains at home on fire in an attempt to immolate myself. Each incident had been dramatic, and each time, it had ended with Morgan temporarily coming back to me. The ambulance driver gave me a sympathetic look and sighed. "Young lady, are you getting in? Or are we not needed today?"

he sounded sad. “Why?’ I asked “I lost two of my children to self-harm,” he took a deep breath and continued, “I was always on business trips, I always wanted more money, I enjoyed the dinners, the galas, the trips, and sometimes I even forgot I had families. My wife thought I was cheating, and she left; I wasn’t an asshole who would cheat, but no matter how much I explained to her, she wouldn’t listen, and she left” he took a break from his story, went to the water dispenser and grabbed a cup of water and came back to sit, he placed the water in front of me while looking more relaxed than he did before standing up, and I realized he needed the break.

So I just waited a few seconds, to talk to him again. - I can fill you, I know how does it fill... In your first days, you'll be so desperate, hating everything, blaming everyone for nothing, searching for a good and easy way to finish your life, but as an expert, you don't want to kill yourself, you just want to kill something inside of you, that something makes you suffer - and how do you know? - because I was like you in the few hours left He looked interested to hear more, So I told the story from the beginning

Her father forced her to date a guy for he thought that liking girls was just a phase and she was just confused because she had never been with a guy before. It was the worst mistake that he could make as a father or even someone who cared for her and the best one if he wanted to destroy her life. He thought that the guy that he found for Grace was really good but he was wrong for he raped Grace and posed her nude pictures online. Those pictures didn't last too long on the internet and were taken down immediately by someone and the guy was also arrested but Grace was devastated and on top of that, no one helped her. Her father kept blaming it on her and locked her inside the washroom. Grace

Before you start i just want to make sure everyone understands that I definitely disagree with what Alex did in the last chapter or what he'll do in this one. I surely don't encourage self-harm in any way, and i am 100% sure it is never the way to overcome anything, there is always a better way to move on from any problem you may face in life. Just put in mind, the character's choice is their own and not mine. Oh and btw, it's not edited XD

I felt numb and detached from my surroundings, lost in a sea of self-pity and despair. Tears streamed down my face as I tried to recall the events that led me to this point. I remembered feeling overwhelmed by the stress of my life, the weight of responsibilities and expectations crushing me . I felt alone, abandoned by those I loved and unable to find solace in the world around me. My mind was consumed by thoughts of self-harm, and I had reached for anything within reach to try and hurt myself. The sharp edges of a broken glass, the metal of a razor blade, anything to feel the physical pain that would somehow ease the emotional agony that I had been experiencing.

It was usually caused by the people who came into my life, took whatever they wanted and left me to put myself back together again. Things would seem okay for a while and I'd reach that moment of hope, for my life to turn out good, but fate had other plans for me when it was no more people harming me, but it was me doing that. I was now the one harming myself unknowingly, until my eyes opened up almost too late and I found myself fighting for my life in a hospital.

I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration as beads of sweat rolled down my body. "Aaaaaaaaaaaa!" I screamed as my body shook with emotions, and I burst out crying uncontrollably. I ran to the punching bag again, kept punching in anger, removed my gloves, and continued. "That's enough; you'd end up killing yourself!" I heard a familiar voice, and I snapped my head in that direction. "At least I would be relieved of this pain," I said and lit up a cigarette. "Self-harm is not advisable. You're bleeding on your knuckles."

"Self-harm is not a disease. It's a spell that is cast on us in the weakest moments." [Jacqueline] .... [Jacqueline's pov] Sometimes I love that time passes. That it won't stop for anyone. Because sometimes getting through a night alive is the most audacious thing. Like last night I felt the need to just kill myself. The need to remove the pain of these sufferings. Is death that horrible? Or is it because people have never been able to get through the real hidden secret of it that they blubber against deaths. Have you ever felt that? The feeling of just get the day over. So you won't have to stay in the same place that is hurting you? Huh. What I am even asking, everyone, does feels that. No

Author's POV Trigger Warning: Self-harm, mature themes. The water pounded down on Melody’s pale skin, a cold, persistent drumbeat that drowned out her sobs. Her body was curled under the showerhead, knees to her chest, hair plastered against her wet cheeks. Her right hand clutched a small pen knife, her fingers twitching with desire to explore her own body.