Goodbye to everyone I once knew

I'm leaving,
wasting away into eternal night,
because I already know,
My future is not bright.

I hate everything about me,
I hate how I write,
I hate that I'm so weak,
That I cut after every fight.

I hate help,
because it never makes me feel better,
I hate that I'm only thirteen
and I've already written my suicide letter.

I hate that people see me as perfect,
Though it's only an outer shell,
That has an inner core,
Of an Si's bloody He**

I hate this poem,
Because it doesn't even capture how broken I feel,
I hate god,
Because he can't even help me heal.

Good bye.............
Till you too end your life.......
Good bye.............
Till you are addicted to the knife.