Cutting

As I cut my wrist, I feel no pain. All i feel relief. As I cut. more blood drips onto the floor. The more blood I lose the better I feel. I know what Im doing is not healthy, but nowadays i could care less. I look at my old scares and thinking why they are there. So i cut deeper and deepe. Ive hurt the people that says they "loves me", but I cant help it. Its turn into a habit. Thats the only way I cope with the pain. As I sit here, I get weaker and weaker. I just think bout my life, and drop the razor screaming looking at the ceiling WHY ME DAMN IT WHY ME?! Dropping to the floor crying myself to sleep!!