Goodbye w/ a kiss

I don't care about what you say,
I'm gonna go end it today.

You all didn't care about me,
So this is how it's going to be.

Don't pretend or act like you care,
Because for me it's not too fair.

What did I do for you to hate me?
Why do I have to pay this fee?

Why do I have to deal with this shit,
even my wrist have been slit.

It's happened so many times,
just about eight or nine.

This feeling of mine is on fire,
this is the knife I admire.

This is what I do for fun,
whenever I'm not out in the sun.

You have no idea what I'm going through,
or is it just something new for you?

Why are you treating me like I'm a fool?
This puddle of blood is like a pool.

I try to hide away my feelings,
but inside of me it's killing.

You just dont understand,
why I love this knife on its command.

Why am I always doing this,
Why am I always slitting my wrists?

I'm going to go and make sure I die,
and don't even pretend you'll cry!

~This poem kinda sucks but you know its all good. Please rate and comment...I'd appreciate it.~