For The Ones Who Don't Understand Self Harm

For the ones who don't understand self harm
For those who don't understand self harm: please read.


I remember being teased in highschool for my scars. I remember always sitting in the back because I didn't want anybody to constantly see me. When they did, what I said was never anything smart, or beautiful, or bright. I was going through what most people will call a phase. I call it, the most important peak of your life. Maybe even the most difficult. At 13 I was already told I had apathy, depression, bipolar disorder, and maybe even schizophrenia. I remember looking in the mirror telling myself how ugly my lips were, and that my nose was too big and that everything about me was wrong. All my life , I had always struggled to be who I wanted to be. I wanted to be that cute girly type bombshell that didn't care what others thought of them. In my life, I haven't been able to achieve even the last part.


The thing that most people don't understand or find themselves cringing is the fact that most of us who suffer from depression in that quantity, do in fact slice through our skin. I've gotten faces before from many different people they always seem to ask,"well, doesn't that hurt?". Well yes. It does hurt. The way I remember it, there isn't any pain when you first take a knife or a blade and actually cut it through your skin, in that singular moment, your not sane, and your not capable of controlling yourself. You feel the whole world on your shoulders plus the sun and the moon. After the cuts are done, I'd say maybe about ten to twenty minutes before they start to burn. They burn like an inferno sending hot flashes all over your body. I remember having cuts all the way up and down my leg and also having dance the next day. Days after cuts, will still hurt. Showers in warm water will hurt. I can honestly remember saying that after something big happened and I cut slot, instead of a knife I'd take a straight up razor. Such a flimsy piece of metal, such a great deal of pain against my sin. Something people also don't know, razor cuts hurt more than cuts made by a box cutter or a regular knife. Fo the people who read this, you might be skating your head calling me crazy and saying I'm "not normal. Here's the deal breaker:


I do consider myself to be normal. Being someone crazy is considered not knowing. When I used to grab a blade to cut myself, I wasn't going crazy, because I was totally in control and totally knowing of what I was doing. For the people who will never be friends or never accept someone like me with scars everywhere, I'd like to say,"hey. What's your name?"



Again, not looking for sympathy, just for a 13 year old to read this and know if I'm okay now, she will be too.


For The Ones Who Don't Understand Self Harm
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