By Category: Self-Injury Quotes

“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 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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“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'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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“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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“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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“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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“My skin is like a map
of where my heart has been
And I can't hide the marks
It's not a negative thing.”

-I Bruise Easily, Natasha Bedingfield

Recommended by ashley.

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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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“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 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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“That was when I cut my arms with a razor blade as a means of creative expression. I only did it lightly, just grazing the skin, to see the way the blood would bleed out, to make myself look tougher. Not like some of those kids who keep going deeper and deeper, wondering what they look like down to the bone, because it's a world that's so close and yet so far and so dangerous and so much their own. The only world that is their own.”

-Violet and Claire, Francesca Lia Block

Recommended by Sibyl.

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“I want to kiss the sickness of mind
My heart without reason
Sunken to deep disappointment
Spreads over universe
With a knife
I want to bleed out distress like this.”

-Pink Love, Blonde Redhead

Recommended by Mea Culpa.

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“How will you know I am hurting,
If you cannot see my pain?
To wear it on my body
Tells what words cannot explain.”

-Corie Blount

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“see here there are the bruises
and some were self-inflicted
and some showed up along the way
so I nod my head
I'm ready for the world to see.”

-Chameleon Boy, Blue October

Recommended by Alee.

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“When tears of scarlet form at your ankles, tears of anguish form at my heart.”

-Joel Bradshaw

Recommended by Adrienne.

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“It's not like boyscout badges
nor are they medals of honor
my skin's my mother earth -
I'm just trying to exert some control upon her.

I don't think I'll make it to the end
of when this tug of war is over.
The give and take of slice and fake
a smile - my cheeks are sore and I'm not sober.

(all of these increasing scars
have become my prison bars)”

-The Abyss, Dan

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“I can't stop thinking about
Cutting myself up.
Visual bruises can be covered with make-up.
But down to the core,
I'm all bruises.”

-Bruises, Majanda Delfino

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“I'm a girl
I'm only thirteen
My body rots
Cause I won't fucking eat
I'm a silent star on the b-roll
I'm a mirror fucking image of no control
Give me an award
I conquered food again
What else is better in life than to purge my pain?
If I cut, I won't look like that
If I cut, If I cut,
I won't feel like this shit.”

-Sick Of It All, The Distillers

Recommended by Gwen.

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“Here's me opening my wrists
before breakfast, Christmas day,
and here's you asking if it hurt.
Here's where I choose between mea culpa
and Why the hell should I tell you?”

-Acts of Contrition, Michael Donaghy

Recommended by Emma.

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“biting keeps your words at bay
tending to the sores that stay
happiness is just a gash away
when i open a familiar scar
pain goes shooting like a star
comfort hasn't failed to follow so far...

and you might say it's self-indulgent
you might say its self-destructive
but, you see, it's more productive
than if i were to be healthy

& pens and penknives take the blame
crane my neck & scratch my name
but the ugly marks
are worth the momentary gain...
when i jab a sharpened object in
choirs of angels seem to sing
hymns of hate in memorandum

and you might say it's self-indulgent
and you might say it's self-destructive
but, you see, it's more productive
than if i were to be happy

and sappy songs about sex and cheating
bland accounts of two lovers meeting
make me want to give mankind a beating

and you might say it's self-destructive
but, you see, i'd kick the bucket
sixty times before i'd kick the habit

and as the skin rips off i cherish the revolting thought
that even if i quit
there's not a chance in hell i'd stop
and anyone can see the signs
mittens in the summertime
thank you for your pity, you are too kind

and you might say its self-inflicted
but you see that's contradictive
why on earth would anyone practice self destruction?

and pain opinions are sitcom feeding
they dont know that their minds are teething
makes me want to give mankind a beating

i'm tried bandages and sinking
i've tried gloves and even thinking
i've tried vaseline
i've tried everything
and no-one cares if your back is bleeding
they're concerned with their hair receding
looking back it was all maltreating
every thought that occurred misleading

makes me want to give myself a beating....”

-Bad Habit, The Dresden Dolls

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