By Category: Self-Destruction
“I cut myself again and again to remind myself of you.”
-Scream of the Butterfly, Acid Bath
Recommended by Red Dawn.
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“Hung in your room, swaying, hoping only that you'll see.
All by myself, I'm alone in such poor company.
The deeper I think, the deeper I seem to sink,
I can't stop the insects that are feeding,
pull the needles from beneath my skin.
I broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every piece.
You'll love the eyes.
Have they always shown so vacantly?
The more I show the less you'll want to know.
I can't stop the insects that are feeding,
pull the needles from beneath my skin.
Now I'm on display.
I am becoming.
Hurt myself today.
It's all for you.
Do you like, do you like, what I'm becoming?
Cut myself today.
It's all for you.
I part the night, flashing, approaching as I watch you flee.
Pushed through your panes.
Seems I've landed quite uncomfortably.
But as I pass through souls of broken glass
I can't stop the insects that are feeding.
Pull the needles from beneath my skin.
Please don't ask me just what I think, trust me,
you don't want to know.
Please don't ask me to open up, trust me, trust me,
'cause I can't.”
-The Last Kiss, AFI
Recommended by jes.
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“Even Christ himself would cringe
at the sight of your scars.”
-Cringe, Alkaline Trio
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“I wear my scars proudly.
They represent the battles through which I have gone,
And I am proud because
those battles I have won.”
-Aly
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“I never talk about this and it helps the healing process to do so. Because people out there must be told about the self-loathing that follows rape and how it's the greatest breakage in divine law to mutilate themselves, as I have done. emotionally, I mutilated myself by feeling I'm not worthy of being loved and fucked, and being able to love and fuck at the same time. I was straining toward the reconciliation the last time we talked but the last frontier was crossed when I got the illness. At that point I had to deal with so much trauma in that part of my body and psyche. I do believe repression of that nature can cause the disease.”
-Tori Amos
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“i hurt myself today
to see if i could feel
i hurt myself you said
to try to make him feel
so i hurt myself again
to see if he'd see me
i hurt myself again
i know he never could see me.”
-Hurt (introduction to Caught a Lite Sneeze), Tori Amos
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“you're only popular with anorexia
so i turn myself inside out
in hope someone will see.”
-Jackie's Strength, Tori Amos
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“got a little red line
that tells you, boy
where the razor's been.”
-Never Seen Blue, Tori Amos
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“Self-injury is a sign of distress not madness. We should be congratulated on having found a way of surviving.”
-Cory Anderson
Recommended by Rosie.
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“...I sense a stranger filling this silent room with anguish... a silence that rattles against the windows leaving me so cold and numb... and somehow... this feeling I do not understand is my best friend and enemy all wrapped up in one...”
-Anonymous
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“Conformity is suicide. Imitation is Suicide. Love is Suicide. Suicide is self-expression.
'Suicide - The most sincere form of self criticism'
Plato said that under certain circumstances suicide can be justified. These included extra ordinary sorrow, unavoidable misfortune, intolerable disgrace...
Too bad, Life is the slowest form of Suicide”
-Anonymous
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“I'll draw you a picture,
I'll draw it with a twist,
I'll draw it with a razorblade,
I'll draw it on my wrist.
And if I draw it correctly,
a red fountain will appear...
to wash away my sorrows,
to chase away my fears.”
-Anonymous
Recommended by Caitie.
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“One day I will be thin enough. Just the bones, no disfiguring flesh. Just the pure, clear shape of me. Bones. That is, after all, what we're made up of, and everything else is just storage, deposit, and waste. Strip it away, use it up. No deposit, no return.”
-Anonymous
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“Suicide is a way of telling God, 'You can't fire me because I QUIT!'”
-Anonymous
Recommended by Kathy.
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“Why? Why do I feel so gone? I am now so distant I just don't belong.
Now I'm ripped away from existence. I've become so transparent that I lost all substance.
Sitting nowhere, breathing fake air. We don't feel anymore, so we can't care.
Its about time I clear my throat. Let the hellish screams out till I begin to float.
I'd run a million miles from here, just to get out of this cage and escape from fear.
You know you're screwed when you crave pain, you wanna bleed all throughout your brain.
The blood in my veins is proof of life. I'm not sure if its there, so I reveal it with a knife.
Not me any more, don't know myself. Prisoner in my own skin, I no longer comprehend health.
It's all in the family they used to say. It's all in the family so it must be ok.
They hurt and rape her, they slash and tear her, they kill and torture, they love the terror.
We are our own army so lets retaliate. Fight, destroy, show them real hate.
Look at the fire in her eyes. That roaring beast never hides.
She lost all she ever had. Blood seeps through her skin cause it hurts so bad.
Her shattered heart pounds against her breast, scattered pieces cutting holes in her chest.
Slowly she fades as she quickly she drowns. Covered in guilt, sequestered from sounds.
Tilting on the edge, about to fall off. Her mind is so lacerated it has become leathery and soft”
-Anonymous
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“Hunger hurts, but starving works,
When it costs too much to love
And I went crazy again today,
Looking for a strand to climb
Looking for a little hope.”
-Paper Bag, Fiona Apple
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“Anyone here had a go at themselves
for a laugh? Anyone opened their wrists
with a blade in the bath? Those in the dark
at the back, listen hard. Those at the front
in the know, those of us who have, hands up,
let's show that inch of lacerated skin
between the forearm and the fist. Let's tell it
like it is: strong drink, a crimson tidemark
round the tub, a yard of lint, white towels
washed a dozen times, still pink. Tough luck.
A passion then for watches, bangles, cuffs.
A likely story: you were lashed by brambles
picking berries from the woods. Come clean, come good,
repeat with me the punch line 'Just like blood'
when those at the back rush forward to say
how a little love goes a long long long way.”
-I Say I Say I Say, Simon Armitage
Recommended by Sebastian Kafka.
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“I myself spent nine years in an insane asylum and I never had the obsession of suicide, but I know that each conversation with a psychiatrist, every morning at the time of his visit, made me want to hang myself, realizing that I would not be able to cut his throat.”
-Antonin Artaud
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“If I commit suicide, it will not be to destroy myself but to put myself back together again. Suicide will be for me only one means of violently reconquering myself, of brutally invading my being, of anticipating the unpredictable approaches of God. By suicide, I reintroduce my design in nature, I shall for the first time give things the shape of my will.”
-On Suicide, Antonin Artaud
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“It's a bargain you make with yourself, okay? An escape hatch, maybe today I'll try drinking see if that makes me feel better. Then drugs. More drugs. Cutting yourself. You're scared, so you make a deal to make yourself feel safer. And if it doesn't stop next week, next month then you're going to do something to make it stop. And the next month comes and the thought of waking up another day and feeling as badly as you did the day before is worse than the unknown. So you decide to jump. Seems simple, clean, elegant.”
-The Bedford Diaries [television show]
Recommended by Shay.
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“Some kids are so depressed at home and with how people treat them in school that they cut themselves. This happens all over the world -- kids who don't want to kill themselves, but nobody understands how much they hurt, so they cut themselves with razor blades.”
-Chester Bennington
Recommended by Judith.
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“i'm back at my cliff
still throwing things off
i listen to the sounds they make
on their way down
i follow him with my eyes 'till they crash
imagine what my body would sound like
slamming against those rocks.”
-Hyperballad, Björk
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“As does the pain of being alone, and the pain of keeping it all inside, and the pain of always feeling just short of adequate. As soon as the bell rings, she grabs her purse, the remainder of her belongings, and rushes to the bathroom. Stall door locked behind her, she hastily removes the pocket-sized fingernail clippers form the inside zipper pocket of her purse. With out hesitation, she viciously begins to slice away the skin on her wrists and arms, which already are decorated with scabs and scars from her last self-injury. To Heather, it's the only way she can gain some amount of control in her life. Tears didn't fill her eyes, no sound of pain was emitted. In fact, the only feeling she felt was control.
Infinite, absolute control.”
-Amanda Blakely
Recommended by Heather.
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“I will be thin and pure like a glass cup. Empty. Pure as light. Music. I move my hands over my body - my shoulders, my collarbone, my rib cage, my hip bones like part of an animal skull, my small thighs. In the mirror my face is pale and my eyes look bruised. My hair is pale and thin and the light comes through. I could be a lot younger than seventeen. I could be a child still, untouched.”
-The Hanged Man, Francesca Lia Block
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“I wanted to die, then. I wanted to destroy the body I was trapped in, become what she was, no matter what it took. No matter how much mutilation or pain. But he looked away, at me. He pulled my face down and pressed my lips against his like he was almost trying to suffocate us both.”
-The Rose and the Beast: Fairyales Retold, Francesca Lia Block
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