Boiling Water and Bleeding

Hiya

     Yesterday I was just scrolling through Instagram. I have used Instagram to inspire others through my pictures and say you aren't alone. Well due to having many depressed, suicidal and self harming followers I usually come across what some may call depressing material (cuts, blood, rants, tears, etc.). But last night I came across a picture that I had to save to my phone. It wasn't a depressing picture, it was inspirational. It was a short rant that only took six words. Six. Words. Those six words can keep a person from doing something idiotic.
     As a self-harmer, I have said these six words many times. These six words were "self harming is not a joke." This post was made about the "#cutforliam" started by directioners, which I had never heard of. After making a post about the cut for Liam, my friend Gracie (a directioner) commented that cut for Liam was a big misunderstanding. I took down the post but replaced it with the "self harming is not a joke" picture with no caption whatsoever.
     Earlier I said that I have said those six words many times before. I myself have met people that looked at self-harming as somewhat of a joke or a competition for who could receive the most attention from scars. I don't remember the first time I self harmed but I remember when I noticed something was wrong. I noticed I was self harming and having nervous breakdowns. I started to write a song about it titled Boiling Water and Bleeding.
     After this I started to take these things more seriously. I noticed those around me were also going through somewhat of the same thing. That even though we all had nothing in common we all bonded because we all were developing, getting over, or had depression. Well, most of us at least.
     There were some people who thought because we were true to who we are we were the cool kids. This did not end well at all. These kids were the ones who took self harming as a joke or a contest. They did everything for attention and faked everything so that they could keep it up. I felt as if it was my fault that they hurt themselves to try and please others. I noticed I was beating myself up for it and jut started ignoring them. It kept getting worse and worse because they wanted to get everyone's attention and I was part of everyone. They burned themselves, they cut themselves, starved, took pills. It was all ending with pain. Everyone felt pain. And to think they did all of this to get attention.

Self harming is not a joke.