Hurting deep within

If only i had just passed away
i would not deal with this suffering and pain
my soul has died but i am left
unforgiving with hate in my chest
i yell and scream but you wont go
you think its funny when you hurt me so
soon i will die and you'll be sorry
you'll wish you actually cared
but when its over i'll be in peace
away from this world of hate and greed
my heart beats faster as you come closer
and i wish my self away
when i go you'll miss me so much
and the scars on my arm wont be faint
not like the ones before
you see that they have cuts and blood running out
the ones you can't see are the ones that hurt most
they are deep in my chest
they slice my heart open
and leave huge gashes
and act i like its nothing so you will just pass me
you always thought you were funny
but are my scars really that humorous
do you laugh as i fall
and hold my heart with throbbing pain there ?
do you think im funny when i cut my
arms and never let you see?
do you point when i stand with a gun to my head ?
don't you wish you actually cared?
but the saddest thing is that the
answers to all those questions above
are YES!