Doesn'T Change Anything Poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die

On the verge of tears
I write.
On the verge of tears
I smoke.
On the verge of tears
I cut.
It's still not getting any better.
My tears unshed,
my paper gone,
my ahstray full,
my body scarred for life.
Nothing's any better,
people are still hurting
and I've only gotten worse.
Suicide.
The easy way out.
But I won't do it,
I'm too cowardly and weak.
I'm even to pathetic
to know how to finish this poem.
I hate myself so much
for all the pain I've caused.
To my family,
my friends,
the people around me,
and myself.
I hate what I've become.
I hate what I am
and I hate who I am.
But that doesn't change shit.
Does it?