My Final Goodbye

I feel all alone,
No one sees me,
No one really cares,
And I cry and cry.

People see me as a happy person,
But if I told you that I wasn't,
How would u react?

I felt like cutting last night in my room,
When I was crying,
I was thinking of all the stuff I've been through.

I wrote this poem,
To tell my feelings,
To try to get them out of me.

I wonder sometimes if I wasn't alive,
How would my friends act?
How would my family act?
Would anyone really notice that I was gone?

I feel dead,
not on the outside,
but the inside.

So here I am,
writing this poem in my own blood,
Because this is my final goodbye.