I truly exist.

No one really knows,
nor do they care.
i feel invisible.
so, i have something to share.

you really dont know me.
i have a little secret.
it`s bigger than little.
so i mustn't keep it.

i love to bleed.
i love every bruise.
i love the dark redness
of my open wounds.

black and blue bruises,
sore knuckles and fingers.
the urge to inflict pain,
always seems to linger.

i love punching cement walls,
+ ripping out every strand of hair.
for i have absolutely nothing...
but this gushing blood to spare.

i scream for help.
"i need someone," i cry.
silence. i`ve been pushed aside,
left here waiting for my moment to die.

a razor to my thigh,
a simple slit to my wrist.
just so i know...
i truly exist.

*vote + please comment. i would really love to know what you all think of my poem.*