Whitch do you see???

I wish you
the one reading this
could understand
not just read my pain on paper
but to really understand it
know what it feel like to be so depressed
you don't care if there's a tommorw
to feel the desperation
of wanting someone to love you back
the paralyzing reality
that your life is worthless
and means nothing
to have only a cold steal razor as a companion
to only know death icy cold grip
then a warm tender embrace
yes i could go on tell you the horrors
of my life
past,present ,or even future
but would you really see me?
Really feel my pain?
Would you understand it?
Or just see scribbled down words
On a simple lined paper?
Tell me poet ...
whitch do you see???