Cry Through Wrists

Why will the tears not run down my cheek
But through my wrists they leak and leak
Why must I sit here day in and day out
Trying to no what I am about
So many people I have tried to tell
The secret hurts and burns like hell
I still remember the day I feel
The first fresh cuts
The way they smell
Sometimes I wonder if ill do more
I feel like my life is now my chore
I can not eat
I can not sleep
For when I do my thoughts to deep
My life a hill
One to step
Waiting for the day I rest
For no one shall hear the beat in my chest
My last breath deep
My eyes closed tight
As I hope I get to say good night
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i wrote this a way long time ago it was my second poem so i know its not the best but please rate and comment tnx