My problems.

Each night i start to cry I really don't know why.
I just really want to die, I don't think about my brother, my sister or my friends, when I want to die.
My father don't care about me at all, he said when I turned eighteen,
I don't want to care anymore. The pain in me, I just want it to leave,
cause in my life all I feel is pain.
All the doctors said your OK.
But my knife, is lying on the floor and all I want to do is die.
The only thing why I still exist in this world is I am so afraid of the pain when I cut myself to die.
But one day I think not even the tough of pain can stop me from taking my life.
my life is not worth living, no one care, no one see all the pain in me.
All I want to say is goodbye.

This is how I feel about my life, I have some problems I try to deal with. Please leave a comment and a vote on my poems, and I will try to vote at your poem's. make sure to leave the name on your poems.