I hate my life

I hate my life
I'm sick of this shit
I've tried to overdose
my wrists have even been slit
would it help anymore
if I were to take a gun instead
nothing else has worked so far
I don't feel any better
I feel worse
I feel like
I've been stomped on
my heart's been broken
so many times
I finally lost count
I never get to see my brother
who means more to me than
anyone could ever.
I have no life
I have work and school
when I come home
I have my parents
I have to be so cautious
around them its funny
why can't i just be myself
why can't they accept me for
who i am
nothing i do is ever good enough for them
I can't do anything right
so I try to take on responsibility
I'm still getting used to it
they don't get it
they say that they've been there
done that
yet they don't really understand
you say one thing to them and
they totally twist it around
they've changed my life
even picked my friends
and who I can call
I'm just so sick of this all
I'm about to take the knife
to my wrist
I'm thinking about all of this
and getting more and more pissed
woops, there I go
I forfeit
you win
and I've lost again
are you happy now?
will you be able to sleep tonight?
because I know I won't
if you need me
I'll be laying in my little puddle
of blood
thinking of how good I feel
lost in my thoughts
until my wound finally clots
and then we start again.

I wrote this about 6 months ago; as you can probablly tell, I was very very depressed, but it means a lot to me because I'm not completely better, but I'm getting there. I'd just appreciate it if you all would vote and comment. ~thanx~