Life, as it seems

I am only young, yes it's true,
But you'll never know, what I've been through.
More than you may think,
My heart just seems to sink.
I cut myself on my wrist,
Blood all over the place, all on my fist.

I don't want to live, I want to die,
I cut myself badly, no I never lie.
I'm sick of myself, and sick of being here,
There is nothing in this world, that I do fear.

I had friends that used to be like me,
I tried to tell them, I tried to let them see.
I understand what you went through,
I'm sorry that, I never knew.

I don't know if I want to stay here still,
But if I leave, you need to understand, I hope you will.
I'll never forget your kiss, your touch or your smile,
Even though, you may be in denial.