Why?

He pissed me off,
I would cut.
She yelled at me,
I would cut.
They did not understand me,
I cut twice for that.

You came along,
I stopped.
We were together,
I fell for you.
You hurt me,
I cut too deep.

I lay in a coma,
thinking about you.
I finally woke up,
but I was screaming your name.
The hospital called you,
we talked.

It didn't help,
I cut several times after you left.
I died in my sleep,
with a letter.
Saying why I killed myself,
each reason was because of you.