Falling fast

Its not my fault im angry
its not my fault im hated
its not my fault i cut
or that my life is over rated

people argue all the time
but i argue with a blade
it keeps begging me to cut
but soon my wrists will fade

my soul will soon die
and my happines will go
i wont cry about my life
ill just cut and let it flow

and then maybe just maybe
some one will miss me