#stopselfharm

You're skin is not paper so don't cut it

Your neck is not a coat so don't hang it

You aren't a movie so don't end yourself

Your body is not a criminal so don't be judging it

Your heart is not a door while watching anime so don't lock it

Hey, have you not told your friends/family/mom/dad your mental health is so low? why havent you! your gonna get the help youll need!

The help their prob gon give me if i tell them

Daisies are white

Your body is perfect

Don’t hurt it tonight

you might feel sad or empty

depressed or lonely or anxious

inherently lost or shut out or angry or exhausted...

these things are okay.

they don’t feel okay but they are.

you don’t feel like you can open up, like your problems aren’t worth the burden, but somebody will listen

if you can make it through today, 24 hours,1440 minutes, then you can make it through this.

i know it sounds stupid, and i know you don’t want to hear how “it will pass” but it does.

make tea, take a bath, go on a walk to the largest body of water you can find and scream, or throw rocks. 

take care of yourself, because there is only one you

you are one in a universe, i know it seems small, but you are a star, shining out among billions and billions

people would notice if you left, you can’t leave.

those people who saw you on the street, or in a hallway or a coffee shop and thought how you looked sad or trustworthy or beautiful or how you had nice hair, they’d notice.

you are important, your scars make you remarkable. your eyes hold secrets that only you know. your nose and fingers and your beautiful, ramshackle mind are so amazing, they are exceptional.

your body, beaten and broken and more beautiful than it was before is yours,and nobody can tell you otherwise.

the way you walk, and think, and speak when you’ve drunk too much, and the way you yawn, and spread mayonnaise on bread, and rub your eyes, and glance up when something catches your eye are all extraordinary.

please, please don’t leave us. don’t leave me.

It feels like my life ain’t mine.”

TEENS ARE CYBER BULLYING THEMSELVES

There are times where we are also victims of our own selves and that also applies with cyber bullying. Is is really possible for us to bully ourselves?

Here’s a story of Hannah Smith to rest this case.

Hannah Smith was a 14-year-old living in Lutterworth, England, when she began receiving hateful messages on the social-networking site Ask.fm. A few weeks later, she committed suicide.

Convinced their daughter was a victim of cyber bullying, her family called for the question-and-answer site to be shut down. But when Ask.fm officials investigated what happened, they found that 98 percent of the messages sent to Hannah could be tracked back to her own IP address.

Hannah had been anonymously posting the derogatory comments about herself—something known as digital self-harm. Source: edweek.org

A group conducted a research regarding this with 6,000 respondents and 6% revealed that they in fact cyber bullied themselves.

“These are youth who are knowingly and intentionally posting negative messages about themselves—and reporting that they did so to researchers. We should be deeply concerned that there are young people out there who are struggling and not getting the support that they need,” researcher Danah Boyd said in an email.

this is one of those times 

when i cannot think of other 

but mess

 this is one of those times 

when i see what a contrary to the stars i can be

 this is one of those times 

when i sit on the corner of my bed 

and do self-pity

 I felt sorry for my left wrist 

because i am right handed, 

yes 

 this is one of those times 

but now i do different things

 when i am at this time 

 which is one of those times,

 those were the times i wrote 

but not letters but lines,

 i could not understand it 

 but it was painful 

 this is one of those times 

where, yes, it is still painful 

 so i write with letters 

i understand 

 this time, i read it after i write it,

 i may cry but not

 like one of those times 

 where it left me wounded,

 this time i understand more 

and i read it

 until i cannot feel it 

 until next time, 

                  like one of these times