Suicide or Help

Everyone preaches to me
But they always ask to see
They think it makes me happy
But they don't see whats inside of me
All of the loneliness and the pain
All of the emptiness and sadness
Still they think I'm happy
As I slip slowly into madness
Cutting takes that all away
But only for a few
That's why its so addicting
I swear its true
I hate those razors
And I hate the scars
But I can't just stop
Its not that easy by far
I'm afraid to get help
Because of what people say
Thinking its for attention
But its not that way
We can't afford it either
And my mother will hate me more
She'll say some things
And just make it worse