Problems

All my Friends ditched me,
And I don't know why,
I just don't understand,
but I'll act like I'm fine.

My family drinks to much,
And they try to make me,
It angers me allot,
Put I'll put on a face so that they can't see.

My brother hates me,
I don't know for what,
It makes me really sad,
But I'll act like I don't give a fukc.

Thoughts of my troubles,
And how I'm all alone,
How much I hate everyone around,
And that this house is not a home.

And then thoughts about him,
He is in my mind everyday,
But I'll never tell him,
He wouldn't care anyway.

Tears fall down my face,
But I don't make a sound,
I just lay there quietly,
And listen to my music pound.

I think about my scars,
And how I promised myself I'd stop,
But I want to real bad,
So I grab my box.

I take out my razor,
And make my slice,
Feel the blood flow,
It feels so nice.

All stained in blood is this poem,
And a lil tiny note,
And those are my last words,
because I cut my throat.

~I don't think the title fits but I just can't think of one, And please rate/message it means allot thanks~