why?

I've always wondered what it takes to push someone over that edge. What does it take for you to feel your own skin is unimportant, and it's looks do not matter? How far do you need to be pushed? What is your personal edge?
Is it that you hate your body?
Do you want a new life?
You hate your family?
Do you want peace?
You are a failure?
Or is it that you are just simply bored?
I know someone though. There is someone I know. They just want someoe there. They just need someone to care about them even for the tiniest second. Even if the hug they get is out of pitty, it is still a hug. It is still some sort of contact. You know you are not the only life in the world.
The feel of the sting. The sight of your skin spliting. The iron smell of blood. The lasting reminder of that memory left to last forever. forever.

Random advise: Without even knowing, you can control another person's life. Watch what you say.