This is my note

I cut myself,
Day and night,
You say you care,
And that you'll hold me tight.

But I dont feel that's real,
Because you yell at me for my pain,
And how I cut,
You just give me a migraine.

I know you mean well,
But you just don't show it,
Stop the screaming and,
And get the heck over it.

If you truely care,
Don't yell at me,
Hold my hand through the fight,
And help set me free.

So this is my note,
Help me through this,
Or leave me to be,
and this will be your dismiss.

Now tell me you love me,
And you won't leave,
Until I'm better,
And we will achieve.