You get better at dealing with pain.

I hate telling you how much easier it gets after some time.
I hate it because of how meaningless and trite it sounds compared to the gravity behind the emotions. Cutting allowed me to remind myself that I was calm, capable, and in control sometimes. The scars are still there. Most of you are tough as nails but won’t ever admit it. Maybe you already have and that’s why you’re still here. It doesn’t really matter why you’re still here. Just stay for a while. Get some sleep. Grab something to eat and drink all your water. Survive. Shut out the pain. You’re going to have to do that sometimes, shut out the pain. There may be times you feel things for no reason. Check your motives before you start allowing yourself to get too emotional. It’s worth it, and you’re worth the time it took me to write this. Getting past pain helps keep it all in perspective. I still cry. Hell, I still rush to my car at work sometimes so I can breakdown crying over my steering wheel. I’ve thought about shooting myself with the guns my roommate insists on leaving around the house. I can’t live here because I’m afraid I may randomly be in a bad state of mind and within reach of a firearm. It’s so hard to care when you’re in pain. Stop investing so much thought into finding a way out and go read a  book you like. John Steinbeck has always helped me. All of it is temporary, you are not. Nothing is going to hurt worse than this, anything that’s driving you to kill yourself is all about the same brand of terrible.