Pleasure In The Pain

I just felt like crying today. Then I felt like cutting.  I traced the edges of my wrist with a blade, so now there are inflamed red lines on my skin. I don’t regret it, with scares me because I usually do. I’m listening to depressing music and it makes me somber because it reflects my life. I want to cut. I don’t find pleasure in the pain, I just want an easy way out. I need help. I need help. I need some fucking help.