Why do you cut?

I understand some of life's trials though I do not even attempt

to say I understand them all. I know of heartbreak, I know of depression

I know of loss, anger, death, and raw untainted emotion.

I understand the dark hours of lonliness.

But why do you cut? I read so many of your words,

I feel so much of your pain. I just don't understand how the bleeding makes it better.

How does the self-hatered help you survive when so much of you wants to die.

Why do you cut? Why do you Bleed?

Is it a silent yell for help? Is it a way to show your pain?

Why do you cut? Why do you bleed?

I wish I understood

Why you cut, why do you have to bleed.

please tell me.