I lost like 5 pounds since Friday, and I can see my ribs when I look in the mirror. Food just absolutely repulses me, as does the idea of living. Every waking moment is searing, intense pain for me, and the only way I can remove the pain is to slit my wrist or indulge in my own delusions that take the worst of it away from me. I have 57 cuts on my wrist I made with a butcher knife, and I do this every day. I sometimes pretend the person who abandoned me is still here and alive, to comfort me and absolve me of my misery. I just want to escape this living hell, please help me. What the hell do I do?