Sometimes, things in our life get depressing, and we feel as if there’s no hope. When we are so close to ending our lives, cutting helps; it makes us painless and sometimes feels alive. If you have tried it before, here are cutting quotes that you can relate to and get fast recovery from that state of mind. Just stop for a moment and think. Life is beautiful, and so are you!
Sometimes, I look at my scars and see a girl who tried to cope with all the horrible things.
My scars show all my suffering and pain, but they also show that I had the will to survive.
These scars are permanent, always there to remind me that I need to keep living.
When I cut, I can feel pain, and for some moment, it makes me forget anything else.
Cutting makes me feel alive; the blood dripping down my wrists lulls me to sleep.
Dear girl, put the razor down tomorrow, everything will be alright.
Everything in this life is a choice; it is your choice to live or die by tomorrow.
Sometimes, hurting yourself physically drives away all the emotional pain in your heart.
I hope you never feel so low in your life to the point that you feel like ending everything.
She cut herself because she wanted to feel enough pain to know that she was still alive.
Have you ever felt like you have to make a mark on your wrist at least to be happy?
You cut yourself not for attention but to satisfy yourself for being in control for once.
You would never understand what I am going through until you are in my shoes.
Pain and suffering always come in pairs, and I do not know if I will ever live through them.
The day I first cut myself, it felt so good, so I did it again, every single day.
There is hurt, yes, but the feeling of being satisfied overweighs all the pain that I feel.
Self-harm is not the answer; it does not fix the problem; it gives a temporary solution.
For other people, self-harm is normal, like it happens in everyday life, not an occasion.
At least I do not try and kill myself; I just want to feel some pain.
I think I cut because I am still hoping that someday someone will save me.
Cutting is the only way I can try to pull out of the darkness in my life for quite some time.
The moment my skin breaks and blood starts flowing satisfies me enough to make me smile.
She blinks back all her tears and reminds herself that she can just cut herself later.
The thing about cutters is that they feel that cutting is the only want they can control their body.
Sometimes, the cuts feel like they are comforting me, telling me it will be alright.
Every plot has a twist, and hers is that no matter how pretty she is, she is still in pain.
It was not a peaceful life, so I did not want to be gentle when I handheld the razor.
The razor was my paintbrush, and my wrist was the canvas in this story I am making.
I hope you get to live a peaceful life, one that does not make you want to hurt yourself.
Never come back to being like this again; try your best to be happy and stay that way.
And even when you are all jagged and scarred, for me, you are still beautiful, and I love you.
Whenever you cut your wrist, I hope you realize that you should not because you are still loved.
I thought I was broken beyond repair, like no one was ever there, and so I cut myself.
I cut myself every chance I get because it is the only way I am ever going to be able to live.
I was in despair, and the only choice I thought I had was to cut myself.
Sometimes, you do not even know who you are, which is why you let yourself bleed.
My head is packed with screams, and the only way to make them entirely down is to cut myself.
I have made so many attempts to take my life, but cutting is the only one that has stayed.
When everyone that I knew left me, cutting was the only constant thing in my life.
To die without scars is to battle without ever lifting a sword.
You are fantastic, you are beautiful, and I do not see why you need to cut yourself.
You are worth more than a thousand suns, so please stop hurting yourself.
I know you have your reasons but are they enough to make yourself bleed in the first place?
You may think you want to die, but you do not; it is all just an illusion from the pain you feel.
Tomorrow will be a bright new day, and you will not feel the same way.
Scars are so stubborn, they do not fade away, but at least they remind us that the now is better.
Keep yourself alive because it is far more critical than any other thing in this world.
Every cut you make on your wrist should be a reminder that you would like to live.
I want to hug you and tell you I am sorry for not being there when you needed me.
Forget about expectations; they are just things that make you sad.
I hope that you never get the need to cut yourself as I did, and I will try to make that happen.
Sometimes, you cut yourself for no reason at all, but just that it has become a habit.
The thing about bleeding is that only alive people have it, so cutting makes me feel that way.
She was bleeding, and I could not do anything to stop her. I did not even know what to say.
35 Quotes about cutting yourself and fast recovery
We all have black days and moments in life that will throw us on the dark side. However, please note that someone cares about you and love you, and not only for that reason, but you should also shake the dust of self-harm and get to fast recovery. Remember, life is beautiful, and so are you!
I wish I could tell him to stop cutting, that I will be his saviour, that I will be his light.
I hope one day, I will put him out of the darkness that he is in and save him.
Cutting is but another physical outlet to make the pain inside of a person go away.
Sometimes, I let the pain take over me until it numbs my whole body.
Sometimes, the blade feels heavy in my hands, and when that time comes, I cry.
Crying can be a good substitute for cutting, and I hope you can try it.
Whenever you feel down and sad, do not forget that I am here, I will always be here.
Let me take that blade away from you; I will be your friend; let us forget all about your pain.
Sometimes, cutting makes you feel like you are doing the right thing and not the other way around.
There was these night when I could not sleep without letting the razor cut me up and bleed.
You have the power to make this stop; you are capable of stopping to cut.
You do not deserve the pain you are giving yourself; you do not deserve this.
You deserve better than this; you deserve to be happy, to be far away from self-harm.
I hope that things will always be okay with you.
Today, the sun shined, and I hope it reaches your dark cave and pulls you out.
I wanted to cut so bad; I wanted to feel something because I felt so numb inside.
I thought I could not do it the first time, so there was satisfaction in seeing some blood.
Maybe people cut so that others would know that they need some help; they need someone.
I did not want to cause anyone pain, so I cut myself only to inflict more pain unconsciously.
It hurt me inside, and I wanted to let it out, so I cut myself deep and long.
Things never go right in my life except when I put the razor in my hand.
So I passed my blade to you, hoping that you would understand, but you handed it back.
These scars remind me of every pain I went through of all the things I had survived.
When I look at the scars, I remind myself that at least I just cut; I did not do drugs.
I know just how sad and upset you are, but I wish that you face them head-on and never let them get the best out of you.
Sometimes, the darkness swallows me whole; the other times, it envelopes me until I am gone.
I hope you find someone who will love you and show you that cutting is never the solution.
So that night, I did what I never thought I could; I cut my arm and bled for so long.
All my battles come down to this, to me cutting myself so hard until I bleed.
I have never forgotten the night I got my first scar and realized I wanted a few more.
Scars fade but the memories and the pain barely does, so I make the fault new.
Every cut that I make on my skin lessens the pain that I currently feel.
Sometimes, the only escape I can think of is cutting, so that is precisely what I do.
When I am sad and lonely, the razor seems to be my only friend, so I rely on it to keep me happy.
Sometimes I feel this sudden euphoria when I see my blood dripping down the floor.
I had never felt this happy before, so I did it every day, cut myself, and then slept.
Sometimes cutting feels like breathing, like I could not live without it.
Maybe someday, there will come a time when I can stop cutting when all the pain I feel inside will go away.
Tomorrow is another day filled with tears and pain, and I would rather stay at home and cut.
For now, cutting is still my only escape, and I hope that you understand that.