Why bother

Sometimes i wonder y i bother
y do i bother 2 do mi hair in the morning put on mi face
wen in the end u look at me and say wut a disgrace
not something i reele wanna hear but its wut i expect
i expect to get made fun of and i no that wen u look at me ur thinkin reject reject reject
but if only u new how much i loved u
maybe if u new u wouldnt do all the thingzs that u do
bcuz u slowly kill me
ill die n that ill can leave u b
so im sorry i was a bother in ur life
i dun no y i botherd wen deep down inside i new mii onli friend wuld b that knife