*My friend and our conversation*

Her: ..But why do you do it, I mean you're life isn't that bad.
 
Me: You honestly have no clue do you? All the stuff I've been through the past years? All my 'friends have left me, or act like they hate me. I hate myself, everything about me. My dad has been in jail and had to go through rehab. My mom ignores me and probably hates me. I have absolutely no one. But you know, through it all, my blades have always been there. They are the only thing that relieves this..pain.

Her: ....

*True story.*