Razor Is Filled Up With Blood

I take this fu.cking razor.
rub it across my arm.
over and over.
until i can't stop bleeding.
and the pain is so intense.
for me to even cry.
i don't wanna die.
i just so feed up with sh.it.
so i cut.
yes i admit it.
i have done it.
but i can't stop.
i feel so ashamed after i do it.
the water hits it.
and i cry more then an hour.
fall asleep.
with blood on my sheets.
and i wanna leave.
i want someone to leave me alone.
most people do.
they think I'm a freak.
talk about me.
don't listen to me.
they don't care if i die.
so i say screw it.
and cut over and over.
the hate marks.
the love marks.
everything i once had.
and the razor is filled up with blood.