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before you say omg i see this eveywhere read!
in my english class we had to do an speach pursuading people not to do a teenage sin and i chose selfmutilation
i made this poster and put it up behind me on the wall as i spoke
heres the speach if u wanna read it its kinda long n shitty but its why i made the pic!
the modle is my cousion amber n the ojbects are a mirror a pic riped in half cigerets n um pills

EDIT: forgot to mention that the backround stock was from ~sundel

Self Mutilation
Knife, razorblade, lighter, your own hands, these are things they use; we use, to inflict self injury to ourselves. Self injury is not trying to kill your selves; it’s only trying to inflict harm. Why would someone want to hurt them selves? Why would anyone want to take a knife to their own skin? Believe it or not, a lot more people than you think do it. It’s not just those kids you see dressing in all black and long sleeves. It may be them, but it can also be the ones you least expect, ones with bright colors and always a plastic smile on their faces. The ones that giggle instead of cry all the time. Or it can be the ones that sit in class and no one ever seems to give a second look. It’s everywhere whether you notice it or not. It seems today, this is one of the many things that people, usually teenagers, seem to confide in as a release of stress and emotional pain.

The thing with self mutilation is that, when people do it, it seems that all their emotional pain goes away when they inflict physical pain on them selves. The cold steel on their skin is a temporary relief of all the things running threw their minds, hurting them. But what most don’t understand, is why someone would want to hurt them selves more. They’re already hurting on the inside, why hurt them selves on the outside? Let me give you a situation, so that we can get into their heads a little. Try to figure out why someone would want to do this.
You come home, house is a mess. Parents are fighting, as usual. Close yourself in your room, which is now becoming more like a prison cell. Throw your things down on the floor and throw your self on your bed. Turn on your radio and blast it to drown out the sounds of your parents fighting. You’ve cried so much lately, your eyes are groggy from lack of sleep. And you just can’t take it anymore. You lay there in your bed thinking, thinking of all the things wrong in your life. Thinking of all the things that your parents tell you, think of the way you look and how life is treating you. Think that, maybe there’s a way out of it… maybe if you make your self hurt in a different way, you wont hurt on the inside anymore. Slowly sneak out of your room and into the kitchen. Try to seem unnoticed, not that your parents ever notice you anyways. Go through your drawers and pick out a small yet sharp knife. Bring it back in your room, close the door and never look back. Sitting on the floor, you think again. Think, “Should I really do this?” But now you think, I’m already too far now. I’m hurting too much. So you take the cold blade and run it across your flesh. The sudden pain, a rush going threw your mind, the deeper you cut, the better you seem to feel. For some reason, it doesn’t hurt at all. And while the blood is rushing down your arm you feel like all the pain is running down your arm with it. All those nights spend crying and worrying about your self and your life, gone for that instant. You cut more and more because you like the way it makes you feel, the more blood you see the better. Soon enough there’s so much blood you don’t even know how much you’ve cut and what you’ve done. Your carpet is stained crimson, and you are turning pale. You suddenly pass out. Wake up hours later in the hospital with something on your wrist labeled, “S.I.” Self Inflictor.
Now instead of having to go through all that, why don’t you do this? You come home, house is a mess. You lay there in your bed thinking, thinking of all the things wrong in your life. You reach on your desk and grab a pen and some paper. Write down all those thoughts in your mind. Write down how horrible you feel, write down how much you hate when your parents fight, or how you look, or how you just want to die. And then take that piece of paper and rip it up, tear it up into little tiny pieces, spit on it, stomp on it! Do what ever you want to it to get out that anger! Now that you have done that all those angry thoughts are on the piece of paper, not leaking onto the floor.
There’s other ways, always other things we can do to relieve stress. Picking scabs, bruising your self, burning your skin, or cutting your self, are not good ways. They will not help you in the end. If you keep cutting, you will end up being addicted to it and eventually become dependent on it. Do you really want to be sitting somewhere stressed out, and instead of clearing your mind and thinking, you are reaching for a sharp object? Find alternative ways of dealing with your stress. Draw pictures, write down how you feel, beat the hell out of a stuffed animal. Do what ever it takes to make you feel better; in the end you will be happy that you didn’t do something like cutting your self. If your trying to quit something, you aren’t going to have it in your face are you? You’re not going to leave sharp objects around you. You’re going to want to hide them. Make sure they are not seen; hide them from your self. If you’re going on a diet you aren’t going to have burger king sitting on your table. No you’re going to have nothing but things that say “low carb” in your fridge! Make sure that there is nothing tempting you around you.
Another thing that can be a big help would be telling someone of your problem. Confide in a close friend, parent, loved one. Someone will listen, even if you think no one in this world loves you, someone does. It’s hard to talk to people about these things, especially if you don’t trust a lot of people. There are self help websites and hotlines you can go to. I’ll hand them out to you when I’m finished. Also you can talk to a counselor they might be able to help you. Talk to someone who you know will keep your conversation confidential.
Don’t just let this sit around and get worse like an untended garden, because the weeds will grow so high you will lose sight of the beautiful flowers. You are the beautiful flower. Don’t let the weeds of your troubles and lack of self motivation stand in the way of people seeing the real you.
if u read all this u are cool n earn a

Description
before you say omg i see this eveywhere read!
in my english class we had to do an speach pursuading people not to do a teenage sin and i chose selfmutilation
i made this poster and put it up behind me on the wall as i spoke
heres the speach if u wanna read it its kinda long n shitty but its why i made the pic!
the modle is my cousion amber n the ojbects are a mirror a pic riped in half cigerets n um pills

EDIT: forgot to mention that the backround stock was from ~sundel

Self Mutilation
Knife, razorblade, lighter, your own hands, these are things they use; we use, to inflict self injury to ourselves. Self injury is not trying to kill your selves; it’s only trying to inflict harm. Why would someone want to hurt them selves? Why would anyone want to take a knife to their own skin? Believe it or not, a lot more people than you think do it. It’s not just those kids you see dressing in all black and long sleeves. It may be them, but it can also be the ones you least expect, ones with bright colors and always a plastic smile on their faces. The ones that giggle instead of cry all the time. Or it can be the ones that sit in class and no one ever seems to give a second look. It’s everywhere whether you notice it or not. It seems today, this is one of the many things that people, usually teenagers, seem to confide in as a release of stress and emotional pain.

The thing with self mutilation is that, when people do it, it seems that all their emotional pain goes away when they inflict physical pain on them selves. The cold steel on their skin is a temporary relief of all the things running threw their minds, hurting them. But what most don’t understand, is why someone would want to hurt them selves more. They’re already hurting on the inside, why hurt them selves on the outside? Let me give you a situation, so that we can get into their heads a little. Try to figure out why someone would want to do this.
You come home, house is a mess. Parents are fighting, as usual. Close yourself in your room, which is now becoming more like a prison cell. Throw your things down on the floor and throw your self on your bed. Turn on your radio and blast it to drown out the sounds of your parents fighting. You’ve cried so much lately, your eyes are groggy from lack of sleep. And you just can’t take it anymore. You lay there in your bed thinking, thinking of all the things wrong in your life. Thinking of all the things that your parents tell you, think of the way you look and how life is treating you. Think that, maybe there’s a way out of it… maybe if you make your self hurt in a different way, you wont hurt on the inside anymore. Slowly sneak out of your room and into the kitchen. Try to seem unnoticed, not that your parents ever notice you anyways. Go through your drawers and pick out a small yet sharp knife. Bring it back in your room, close the door and never look back. Sitting on the floor, you think again. Think, “Should I really do this?” But now you think, I’m already too far now. I’m hurting too much. So you take the cold blade and run it across your flesh. The sudden pain, a rush going threw your mind, the deeper you cut, the better you seem to feel. For some reason, it doesn’t hurt at all. And while the blood is rushing down your arm you feel like all the pain is running down your arm with it. All those nights spend crying and worrying about your self and your life, gone for that instant. You cut more and more because you like the way it makes you feel, the more blood you see the better. Soon enough there’s so much blood you don’t even know how much you’ve cut and what you’ve done. Your carpet is stained crimson, and you are turning pale. You suddenly pass out. Wake up hours later in the hospital with something on your wrist labeled, “S.I.” Self Inflictor.
Now instead of having to go through all that, why don’t you do this? You come home, house is a mess. You lay there in your bed thinking, thinking of all the things wrong in your life. You reach on your desk and grab a pen and some paper. Write down all those thoughts in your mind. Write down how horrible you feel, write down how much you hate when your parents fight, or how you look, or how you just want to die. And then take that piece of paper and rip it up, tear it up into little tiny pieces, spit on it, stomp on it! Do what ever you want to it to get out that anger! Now that you have done that all those angry thoughts are on the piece of paper, not leaking onto the floor.
There’s other ways, always other things we can do to relieve stress. Picking scabs, bruising your self, burning your skin, or cutting your self, are not good ways. They will not help you in the end. If you keep cutting, you will end up being addicted to it and eventually become dependent on it. Do you really want to be sitting somewhere stressed out, and instead of clearing your mind and thinking, you are reaching for a sharp object? Find alternative ways of dealing with your stress. Draw pictures, write down how you feel, beat the hell out of a stuffed animal. Do what ever it takes to make you feel better; in the end you will be happy that you didn’t do something like cutting your self. If your trying to quit something, you aren’t going to have it in your face are you? You’re not going to leave sharp objects around you. You’re going to want to hide them. Make sure they are not seen; hide them from your self. If you’re going on a diet you aren’t going to have burger king sitting on your table. No you’re going to have nothing but things that say “low carb” in your fridge! Make sure that there is nothing tempting you around you.
Another thing that can be a big help would be telling someone of your problem. Confide in a close friend, parent, loved one. Someone will listen, even if you think no one in this world loves you, someone does. It’s hard to talk to people about these things, especially if you don’t trust a lot of people. There are self help websites and hotlines you can go to. I’ll hand them out to you when I’m finished. Also you can talk to a counselor they might be able to help you. Talk to someone who you know will keep your conversation confidential.
Don’t just let this sit around and get worse like an untended garden, because the weeds will grow so high you will lose sight of the beautiful flowers. You are the beautiful flower. Don’t let the weeds of your troubles and lack of self motivation stand in the way of people seeing the real you.
if u read all this u are cool n earn a