It wasn't a suicide attempt, it was an escape from everything awful.
When we cut, we're in control - we make our own pain and we can stop
it whenever we want. Physical pain relieves mental anguish. For a brief
moment, the pain of cutting is the only thing in the cutter's mind, and
when that stops and the other comes back, it is weaker. Drugs do that
too, and sex, but not like cutting. Nothing is like cutting.