I hate you, but who don't?

Take me from this life.
Take me away friend ; Mr. Knife.
I'll leave here with blood on my wrist.
I don't mind if you stare,
I know you can't resist.
But first read the note on the wall,
"Without his love, I'd take my last fall"
It's written in my blood for you to see
Exactly how much everyone hurt me.
I'm not blaming you for my suicide,
It's not your fault you lied.
I let everyone walk over me,
And now no one can see.
They were all blinded by my smile,
And the way I'd laugh every once in a while.
They'll all say, "She has the perfect life.
Why end it with a bloody knife?"
It's not your fault and I'm don't blame you.
It's not your fault being fake and lying is all you can do.