Secret Escape

I have a secret friend:
The knife,
Here 'til the end;
When I will end my life.

The blood flows so smoothly,
Flooding from my veins,
Washing away all the hurt;
Washing away all the pain.

Times I've cried,
For no reason at all,
And I wished there was someone I had to tell;
Someone I had to call.

Many times I've cut myself,
Because I've come to a realization;
I have nothing else.

I don't cling to life desperately,
Nor am I the person I appear to be.
I am just what you see,
You know know the real me.

I drink and I smoke weed,
But not because I feel the need;
Because I can;
That's just who I am.

I've dealt with the troubles,
Of being a Teen,
In this world,
So harsh; so mean.

Why is it that,
Problems never grow less,
And life is always,
Such a mess?!