I know you're trying your hardest. It isn't good enough.
Everything is too much. Things are difficult but no one
realises. You're upset. You don't feel wanted. You hate
everything about yourself. You don't understand when
you changed. You aren't happy. You're being blamed
for everything that is wrong. You can't fix it by yourself
albeit you are expected to. No one seems to care. It is
your fault, isn't is? You're stuck between a rock and a
hard place. You try to think of what you have to live for.
You're so confused. You can't leave the small amount
of people who care. What about your future? It is very
bright. But what about the people who hate you. You
have no where to go. You are so stressed. You can't
do this anymore. You don't know what to do. You have
done everything you know how to do. You have asked
for help. You have screamed at the top of your lungs.
You have tried to be good. You have tried to push the
emotions out but you can't do that forever. Every body
expects too much of you. You have no one to turn to. 
You're under too much pressure. All you can think is
that it won't get better. You have no one. No one will
ever understand. They will call you selfish. They will
make fun of you. You want to die. You always have, 
from the very start, but it's getting serious. You look up
methods on the internet, and have chosen which one
you would prefer. You make plans. You cut because
it helps with the stress. Die or not to die? Who would
you hurt? You could hurt the people who never cared
that much, and you would like that. But it's bittersweet.
You would hurt people you don't want to hurt. Every 
thing is so hard. Too hard. Far too f­ucking hard for you.
This is it. To end it or not to end it? It depends. One tiny
push and you're gone. Fallen over the edge and into
your final decision.