Even the most utterly broken can be fixed

Even

My only friend for so long^^^^

'Your pathetic. Your useless. Your nothing. Your unloved.
Unwanted. Uncared about.
You should end this. Do the world some good for once.' The voices snarl as I flip the knife over in the palm of my hand. The voices are right... But I can't kill myself, not yet.
'Your such a weakling!' It snarls.
"Shut up." I snarl right back. I take the blade and put it to my arm. Softly I press it to my pale skin, smiling as blood seeps out of the cut I made. One cut, two cut, three cut, four. Blood is now pouring out of the wounds, I take a wash rag and soak it in hot water, setting it on my arm, hissing as the hot water pours into my cuts.
'Mhmmm...' The voice says, satisfied for the moment, I just sit there trying to do my hair with one hand. . . The bleeding finally stops and I remove the bloody rag throwing it into the tub. I step out of my bathroom and go to my room pulling out my big, thick, binder full of drawings and go through them. (I will say which ones are actually mine if they don't have a star above them they are not mine, and credit goes to actual artist, not me)
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