U don't even know the real me

I feel like i don't belong,
everything i do is wrong,
while i'm in my room crying,
you're complaining about me not trying,
but i am trying so hard,
trying to pretend i'm happy,
trying to pretend i don't wish i was dead,
but you don't see that,
you see me getting angry because you are trying to give me these "hormone tablets",
as if i don't already feel out of place enough,
cause as i lie here i hear you complaining to my brother,
praising him for not being like me,
why can't you see the real me,
the one who is crying,
the bright spark i had is dying,
i'm slipping off the edge,
but nobody even knows it,
and so i cut,
and cut and cut,
but it starts not being enough,
i need something more,
if i end it now i won't have to feel this pain,
i will never cry into my pillow again,
i will be free,
and then you will know who is the real me.