What people think they see

Inside me is all this hurt n pain,
Something that is so hard to describe,
People look at you and think that your crazy in some unknown way,
People judge on what they see, not what they know about you,
You sit down and look at people and think sometimes,
Why can't i just be normal like them,
You look at yourself in the mirror and you see yourself as an outsider,
Someone that people don't take notice of, something that doesn't exist in this world,
You feel like no-one cares or no-one notices you anymore,
People think that your sick in the head, because of what you do to yourself,
So once again you pick up the razor blade and slash yourself not once or twice but three times,
You see all this blood dripping of you, thinking have i gone to far this time,
You think if i have i am ready to die.