I Ask You This

Take away my pain, and save me from myself
I'm the one who takes the knife down from off the shelf
I'm the one who's weak and can never seem to care
I'm the one who's failing while my blood drips everywhere
I'm the one who makes them cry
I'm the reason I want to die
I'm the one they seem to hate
I'm the one who can't relate
I'm the one who causes pain
I'm the one with nothing to gain
I'm the one who depends on my knife
To take away my pain and strife

So I ask you this as you read this work
Why do I seem to cause my hurt?