Finally

I pick up the knife wondering why i am doing this
but then i remember what life is like
i remember how my parents treat me,
and how lonely i am
it is no wonder y i cut,
life is hell

the first cut is for how my parents treat me,
like I'm no one and do not exist
the second is for all the people that know who i am,
but do not ad knowledge me,
the third is for always being alone and no one there to help

the last and final cut that will end my life is for me being born
if i was not here how easy life would be for everyone, including me.

now I'm dead
as i thought that no one would care,
i am rite,
no one does.
everyone goes on in life like when i was alive
the people at my school don't even notice that I'm gone.
and now I'm happier,
I'm now what i should have been all along,
dead

*this poem is the first poem I've ever written, so please tell me what you think of it, i will really appreciate it, thanks!*