Then I finally see..

Okay, okay, this poem might be long, but this is how i feel.. and i just need someone to listen to me.. please comment to tell me how good or bad it was..

I try real hard to pretend,
Just so my pain won\'t show,
although people say they understand,
But do they really know?

Yea, give someone a hug,
give them a smile,
give \'em anything to make them happy forever,
even though you\'d be happy only for a while.

But its not the real you,
its not who you want to be,
but they like this way better,
who really cares if your happy?

I\'m sick of being thie little quiet girl,
sick of not letting my real feelings show,
sick of no one listening to me,
I just want someone to know.

I\'m sick of cutting,
and not eating too,
But where do I run?
What else do I do?

I\'ts become a habit,
the pain is just too real,
but your body wants more and more,
\'till numbness is all you feel.

Everyone needs a friend,
but i don\'t want to burden the ones I have with me,
its just- Its getting way too deep,
I need someone to see.

Even if someone did know,
they wouldn\'t truly understand,
I just need someone to hold me,
someone to take my hand.

I cut my wrists,
hoping to die,
with nothing else to live for,
and no one who will cry.

I stare at myself through the mirror,
with blood covering the bathroom floor,
and everyone screaming and shouting,
to open the bathroom door.

They finally get the door open,
everyone running around, trying to help me,
I tried to tell them stop,
I told them let me be.

I\'m slowly loosing my breath,
memories floating all around me,
I know that I am dying,
But still hoping someone will hear my plea.

I close my eyes,
imagining a friend there,
although I\'ve pushed them all away,
I\'ve always wanted someone to care.

I open my eyes to see someone holding my hand,
Its you thats right there beside me,
...Its too late, I\'ve been blind this whole time,
Its only then I finally see..