I'm not what matters baby boy...

Why are you here?
Why would you care?
Why do you love me?
I'm not my real self.
I'm trapped in my own mind.
I'm filled with depression.
I know I am not like most.
Heavy dark, painted face.
Hiding my sadness, and fear.
My hair, puffy as can be.
Wrists full of bracelets,
to hide who I truly am.
What I honestly dream of.
I have counted each and everyone.
One bracelet for each scar.
For each time depression won.
I would understand if you ever leave.
I'm delusional, in need of hope.
Hope to live again, my life.
You try so hard to keep me alive.
Finding ways I would not expect.
You turned into my everything.
But all I have is sadness,
everything.
Are you the cause of it?
The cause of who I am now?