روايات وقصص ضمن Story Of Self Harm

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

She’s always tired to keep the bullies away she/s always been the one to be in my corner to tick up for me when everyone else saw me as the fat kid. Then Daniel came along, I have no idea where he came from I was just glad someone other than Kaysey saw me for me and not another fat kid. No one knows about my scars, not even Kasey. I do them where I one else can see them, yes I self harm, I inflict pain to forget pain to forget how those bitches tournament me every single day of my life like I’m worthless. They’ve even got me thinking that Daniel hates me too. They say he’s only around cause he feels sorry for my fat ugly ass. He doesn’t care for me and he would never love someone as ugly as

And then when I would look back at my bruises, I would hate myself even more. Going back to school each day, people used to think I was a freak. I was the girl who had bruises and scars. Who kept quiet. Didn't talk to anyone. Feared everyone. That's when I started self harm. Sometimes at lunch. Sometimes at night. Those razors were my only friends. I might sound weak. Or somebody else in my place wouldn't have done that. But I wasn't like others. I knew this all would break me one day. I wasn't strong. How could you be?

for her leaving me. I remember when I was in school and we had a topic on depression, anxiety, and self-harm. I always wondered and questioned myself how people would come to that stage in life where they would hate themselves...try and harm themselves, being isolated from the world and me being the arrogant boy I always was thought I would never reach that stage...I believed I would live the life of happiness and fun yet here I am...years later at a hospital, crying...crying to myself...questioning my own existence of why am I even still breathing after everything I did.

*** 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

He told me I was a tease and that I was provoking him every day in class, with my long blonde hair and my perfect smile and ass. I hated myself for a long time. I tried to kill myself twice. The first time, I overdosed on pain meds, if Gerry never came up early that day, I would have been six feet under right now. The second time, I locked myself in my mom's car and tried to kill myself by carbon monoxide poisoning. Mom and Dad found me before it could put me to sleep forever.

I wondered over and over if Deangelo was even thinking about me at all, even if it was just for ten measly seconds. I could not take the pain of being unnoticed and unimportant anymore. It was like a constant ache in my chest. And now, I had even started to harm myself. It seemed to be the only way I could cope with the pain. The only way I could feel anything at all. I cut myself with razors, watching the blood trickle down my arms. I burned myself with cigarettes, feeling the sting of the flames against my skin. It was a sick and twisted way to deal with my emotions, but it had always been the only thing that helps.

Ellie said, her voice filled with worry. Colin's mental state continued to deteriorate, and he began exhibiting self-harming behaviors. He would bang his head against walls, pound his chest with his fists, and even cut his wrists with knives.

“She was already sick when I got there. She didn’t tell me and took care of me like I was her own son. She died three years later. I was fifteen.” He looked at me then. “After that… I didn’t have anyone.” My heart cracked clean in two. “And the tattoos?” I asked gently. He glanced down at the ink covering his ribs. His chest. His arms. “They are my self-harm,” he said, voice flat. “Instead of cutting, I let the ink sting. Let the needle prick me again and again. I wanted to feel pain. I wanted to feel alive, Kieran. So, I turned every scar into art.”

Sheena swallowed, stunned by the memory of everything that had happened to her at the hands of Carlos. "I still feel the touch of men I don't know." She hugged herself as if the trauma of what had happened had returned. Gaze tried to stand up to go to his wife, but Sheena's parents intervened. "Do you know how many times I almost killed myself?" How many times I just wanted to disappear so the pain would go away; how many times I attempted suicide back then but.. S-someone stopped me." Sierra hugged her husband as she observed and listened to Sheena's complaints. "Sheena," she said quietly.