The real question here is why do you cut.

Is it really not that obvious

It all begins with something dude.

I'm depressed

Ask yourself this: What use is cutting, really? A proof you can hurt yourself, a proof you can draw your own blood. But really, what is there to prove? A knife only damages your body, your mind remains unscathed. As long as you can think, you are capable. Why be sad? The birds chirp, the sun shines still. If the sun shines, then why shouldn't you? Drop that knife, please don't cut. There's no reason, no benefit, only pain. Why inflict more pain? Stop cutting. That's an order. I can't let you, I had a GF who used to cut. She left me, I'm worried about her, but I'm worried about you too. Don't be sad, depressed even. There's so much to smile about, even if for a second. Life gives you lemons, make lemon grenades. You gots this. If you ever feel alone, you never are. There's so much around you, so many who need you. Don't let them down. Get up. Face your world. Just do it *insert Nike swoosh here*