Let the Demons of self harm win

I sit in the classroom,
staring out the window,
thinking to myself "will my life ever change?"
Everyday its the same old thing,
wake uo,
paint on a smile,
and head too school wondering when the day comes that i finally die.
The scars will always stay,
they will never heal,
I have no friend who are truly there for me,
Only a small razor i carry around for real,
I feel as if i need no one,
but deep down inside i know that all i need is for someone to catch me when i fall.
I'm tryna hold on,
but sometimes i get so depressed and let the demons of self harm win.