The Blood is Addictive.

I used to c*t myself for a reason. For example, if I got into a fight with someone, or I got bullied. Now it's just any minor inconvenience. Everyday I slash my wrists, it's addictive. It's like theres this voice in my head telling me "You're just faking depression and self harming for attention" Which makes me cut more. Theres also a voice saying "Go on, cut a little deeper, just end it the world doesn't need you." The blood is just so satisfying I can't stop.