Please help. I can't take much more of this pain. I just want to slip back into hurting myself. What I used to do, its almost there again... I was caught scratching my wrists with a pencil, and ever since that, its been harder and harder not to pick up the blade...
How does it feel, knowing your barely alive
See through bloodshot eyes, your left empty inside
There I was, strung out and drug through the mud
I must agree, you're just like me.
And when you die,I won't be at your wake
No eulogy from me,Just a smile on my face
And while God might be busy,With judging your soul
I will have slept with the girl,that you loved most!
~FALLING in REVERSE
do you want to talk a bit more about what is going on? talking/writing can help you deal with the feelings, as well as let other people be able to give better sympathy or advice.
what helped you stop before (since you're saying "going back to it")? those things can be a starting place to go when an urge hits, and can be a good place to start looking for new coping and distraction ideas. they show what things work some, and then you can go from there to find things that work better, without it being random shots in the dark.
this is my magical medicine cabinet. Left to right they contain: courage, hope, calmness, and strength.
The magical part: They NEVER run out, so borrow some any time you want.
do you want to talk a bit more about what is going on? talking/writing can help you deal with the feelings, as well as let other people be able to give better sympathy or advice.
what helped you stop before (since you're saying "going back to it")? those things can be a starting place to go when an urge hits, and can be a good place to start looking for new coping and distraction ideas. they show what things work some, and then you can go from there to find things that work better, without it being random shots in the dark.
I stopped before because my ex best friend helped me through it. I want to go back because of how I am treated. My other best friend keeps stabbing me in the back, I'm treated like ****. Nobody wants me around, I'm made fun of for cutting in the past, and since I got caught by my teacher in the middle of class, I was caught also by the students. They make fun of me even more now. They put in my locker paper cut outs of razorblades, and after school, they threw a water bottle at me, almost hitting my head. The only thing holding me back for the past few days has been my boyfriend. But, he hasn't been on, and I love him and he says he loves me, but he says if I don't stop being so depressed, he might leave me. It doesn't help with my family treating me like crap for going to the doctor because of my wrist hurting really bad, to the point I couldn't move it. I'm always yelled at at home, whether its for doing my homework and not playing my video games or going out with a friend or staying in on a friday night. I try my best in school, and I'm still failing most of my classes. It just feels like I'm useless, and don't deserve to be around anymore...
How does it feel, knowing your barely alive
See through bloodshot eyes, your left empty inside
There I was, strung out and drug through the mud
I must agree, you're just like me.
And when you die,I won't be at your wake
No eulogy from me,Just a smile on my face
And while God might be busy,With judging your soul
I will have slept with the girl,that you loved most!
~FALLING in REVERSE
do the teachers at school know how the other kids are treating you? maybe they could help somehow. i don't know what your school tolerates and doesn't tolerate, but i know that at mine throwing a water bottle at someones head would get them in trouble.
how would your parents respond if you asked them what they would like you to do since they seem to dislike anything you do at a given time?
this is my magical medicine cabinet. Left to right they contain: courage, hope, calmness, and strength.
The magical part: They NEVER run out, so borrow some any time you want.
