A Bomb that Built to Explode

Ever since I was four I was emotionally and verbally abused. Then four months ago, I was diagnosed with depression, A.D.D. (attention deficit disorder), schizophrenia, post traumatic stress, and bipolar. After that everyone left me. No one really wanted to be around me because I was the "crazy girl". Soon it was too much so I ran home and ripped up my spiral notebook for the metal. I made four cuts on my right arm. The next day was two cuts on my right with a knife. That weekend I went to the store and bought blades, went home and made four cuts. Now my right arm is covered in scars and I am really ashamed of myself. Sadly feeling this leads to more cuts. I told one person but they don't see the severity of the situation. No one knows right now, and I can't escape these inner demons but I really want too.