I say that one must be a seer, make oneself a seer. The poet makes himself a see by a long, prodigious and rational disordering of all the senses. Every form of love, of suffering, of madness: he searches himself, he consumes all the poisons in him and keeps only their quintessences. Inexpressible torture where he needs all the faith, superhuman strength, where he becomes, above all others, the great invalid, the great criminal, the great accursed, -- and the supreme Savant – For he arrives at the unknown! Since he cultivated his soul, already rich, more than anyone else! He reaches the unknown, and when, terrified, he ends up by losing the meaning of his visions, at least he has seen them!
O witches, O misery, O hate, my treasure was left in your care!
I have withered within me all human hope. With the silent leap of a sullen beast, I have downed and strangled every joy.
I have called for executioners; I want to perish chewing on their gun butts. I have called for plagues, to suffocate in sand and blood. Unhappiness has been my god.
My name is Gabrielle and I am twenty-eight years old. I began to self-injure at age fifteen -- so nearly thirteen years -- minus a two year period. This website was made to let self-injurers know that they are not alone and to help their friends and family learn more about self-injury and how it affects their loved one.
