Why Does Suicide Seem My Only Way? {i Got The Idea From A Random Poem I Read...But It Expresses How I Feel.}

Why does suicide seem my only way?
Each day it takes all I can just to survive.
I'm living a life full of lies,
Cutting seems to only make it worse,
I live in sweet remorse,
Music used to help,
Now it only adds to my questionable thoughts of suicide,
But, Do I really need to ask, if I shall live or die?
Shouldn't I have at least enough common sense to figure out why?
Why does suicide seem my only way?