Disrespectful teenager

That's what you call me
a disrespectful teenager
but you will never
feel the pain or see the danger

of sitting there
with a razor in my hand
the emotions are uncontrollable
should i do what i can?

should i take control
of the unbreakable pain?
if i cut again
will i be full of shame?

you will never see
because you don't look
you will never realize
the blood i took

my body is simply serving
as a dark cage
for the demons inside
full of hidden rage

they fill my life with
darkness and pain
it's all i ever feel
and with it comes shame

you hear me laughing
but never crying
you don't see that
I'm slowly dying

now, do you still
feel the same?
do you care or are you
going to fill me with shame?

you tell me...