Quotes About Self-harm

If you cling to the axe you're grinding, eventually you'll only hurt yourself.

She can paint a lovley picture, but the story has a twist...her paint brush is a razor...and her canvouse is her wrist.

Hurting yourself will never make the pain go away. And hurting others will never make you happy.

Most people are so mind-bogglingly aggravating that it's impossible to overreact to them, even if that means killing yourself.

There are many ways that we hurt ourselves when we don't like who we are.

When I cut, I'm the one controlling the pain. I know where it's coming from. I know that it's me who's doing it, me and no one else.

but there was no wound she could give me that i had nit already given myself

She can paint a lovely picture, but the story has a twist. Her paintbrush is a razor, her canvas is her wrist.

but there was no wound that she could give me that i had not already given myself

It was a sort of rage, a knife I used upon myself. I did it to prove my skin was still my own.

What did religion do to people, to provoke such obstinancy, such hysteria - how did it push people to the stage of torturing themselves and killing each other?

You have trouble feeling alive, so you stab your own heart just to feel something. It was the emptiness that was killing you. You created the sadness and the fear to fill it.

You don't feel like you're hurting yourself when you're cutting. You feel like this is the only way to take care of yourself.

Cutting is not attention seeking. It's not manipulation. It's a coping mechanism—a punitive, unpleasant, potentially dangerous one—but it works. It helps me cope with strong emotions that I don't know how to deal with. Don't tell me I'm sick, don't tell me to stop. Don't try to make me feel guilty, that how I feel already. Listen to me, support me, help me.

I failed eating, failed drinking, failed not cutting myself into shreds. Failed friendship. Failed sisterhood and daughterhood. Failed mirrors and scales and phone calls. Good thing I'm stable.

You can't stop killing yourself, If you can't stop hating yourself.

To increase the chances of a writer trying to kill themselves, cut off their hands.

Maybe I should have grabbed my own cock skin and smashed it off with a rock.

Nee!' Laura schreeuwde bijna. 'Ik snij mijzelf nooit meer!

Because I'm not, in fact, depressed, Prozac makes me manic and numb - one of the reasons I slice my arm in the first place is that I'm coked to the gills on something utterly wrong for what I have.

I threw up again that night, half-afraid that my eyeballs would explode. But it was, by far, more important that I get rid of dinner. Of course, by then, throwing up was the only way I knew how to deal with fear. That paradox would begin to run my life: to know that what you are doing is hurting you, maybe killing you, and to be afraid of that fact--but to cling to the idea that this will save you, it will, in the end, make things okay.

What are you feeling?' 'Like I still want to die. I have wanted to die for quite a while. I have carefully calculated that the pain of me living as the bloody disaster that is myself is greater than the pain anyone else will feel if I were to die. In fact, I'm sure it would be a relief. I'm not useful to anyone.

Destruction always comes from within. It

The only shot he ever fired in anger… was at himself.