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someone please see i’m struggling and be gentle to me!!! wipe the blood from my skin, hold me, kiss me, comfort me until i feel like something, until i feel like i’m worth existing

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Rant!! Suicide mentioned so read at your own risk

I fucking hate my grandma so much shes such a horrible person

She took in a mentally ill child and wants to give them back to their abuse parents because they tried to commit

WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS WOMAN

This woman is no longer my grandma and I will no longer be connected to her this is the last fucking straw

She's done nothing but hurt the people I love and she's no longer a part of my family

God forbids she finds this but if she is then I hope that your old ass rots in hell your a disgusting person and im not your fucking grandchild anymore you hag

Stay out of my life

Tw: rant, mention of self harm, suicide, and anti religious

OTHER PEOPLES SELF HARM AND ATTEMPTS ARE NOT YOURS TO SHARE

This is targeted to someone who will never see this post

If someone you know doesnt give you full permission to talk about and share their sh and attempts DO NOT GO SHARING IT

Its not your nightly gossip if they did something unless they need help desperately and don't have the courage to ask dont share their problems like little notes in class

People who do this are why some people are so scared of help because some of them think that everything they do or say related to it will be spread to everyone they know, thats why therapist are so insistent that nothing is shared

AND NO YOUR CHURCH WILL NOT HELP THEM

If the person isn't religious dont tell them shit about jesus and how suicide is sinful IT DOESNT FIX ANYTHING

So again if someone doesn't give you permission to share it do not start telling all their family members and judging them for doing it

(And no im not the one who attempted or self harmed that person will be unnamed for their privacy and respect)

ITS SO ITCHYY

why the fuck do people post fresh self harm cuts on here

TW TW TW SELF HARM POEM

Excision.

i took the blade to skin and bone,

to carve away what felt like home.

but home had rotted in the core—

so i became the open door.

a trembling hand, a steady eye,

no sob, no scream, no asking why.

just silence thick and red and deep,

the kind that doesn’t let you sleep.

it wasn’t gore, it wasn’t show,

it wasn’t madness—just let go.

like pulling thorns too long ignored,

or dropping shields no longer warred.

i cut the part that held the weight,

the voice that told me “it’s too late,”

the hunger lodged beneath my ribs,

the ache disguised in clever fibs.

now hollow where it used to live,

i wonder what this loss will give—

a cleaner wound, a bitter truth,

the funeral of twisted youth.

but still, i feel the phantom cling,

as if that part had grown a wing—

it flutters where the void remains,

soft proof that healing mimics pain.

so let the scar be blunt and proud,

a whisper spoken not aloud.

i cut it out, and now i see—

some monsters wear the face of me.

-thegirlwthescars