Depressed

"Why do you do this to yourself? I hate seeing you hurt. It hurts everyone around you when you do things like this. You have to stop cutting."
I can't stop, it helps me. It evens out my insides with my outsides, it makes me feel better. My blades. They are my best-friend. They are always there for me, when I'm hurting; when I'm in pain, they heal me. I don't know anyone that can work as well as my blades.