"Let me Help You" - Markiplier x Depressed Reader

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I hold the cold metal object between my fingertips, entranced by it. The sleek form and glinting metal, inviting me nearer to the void. 

I can no longer help myself, I slash the razor deep into my flesh, whimpering slightly. Again, I cut my wrist. 

Worthless. Pathetic. Stupid. The voices in my head whisper. Nobody loves you. Nobody cares. They all want something from you. They all were dragged into this and can't escape. 

You'd be doing them a favor.

I slash deep, losing all control. I break down on the floor crying, wanting to die so bad, but never gathering the courage. "I just want this all to be over."