Care Poem by Glitch Ayson

I Put a blade to my skin and no one would care,
No one deserves death, it just isn't fair.
'You just want attention! ' 'You're overreacting! '
Is what they all say,
They don't realize it hurts more than it may.
I slice my skin and no one would care,
When they see my cuts, they would all just glare.
I hate myself. Why am I here?
They all dislike me, its crystal clear!
I have no light, I cannot see,
I'm trapped in chains, I can't be free.
It would be better if I weren't here,
I mean everybody wishes I'd just disappear.
You killed my mind and now I'm torn,
You made me blind with none to mourn.
Are you happy now? I'm almost dead,
With nothing to hang on but a single thread.
I took the jump and then I fell,
Are you happy now? I'm resting in hell.