Why are you still yelling at me?

What the hell? i didn't even do anything
and now I'm sitting here listening to you screaming at me
trying to get me to come back
its too late, i cant
maybe if you could at least pretend you care
i wouldn't have all these scars
why do you keep yelling at me?
i cant take it anymore
maybe this cut will be the last
maybe I'll just leave now
never come back
will you care then?
probably not,
you never have before,
not even when you saw the scars,
you just looked away
they just keep multiplying
I'm tired of cutting to release the pain
why are you still yelling at me?
i don't know what i did
you wont even tell my why
you're yelling at me
i could just end it now
just push a little harder
it'll go right through to the bone
cut through the veins
it'll be the end
will you feel bad then?
probably not, you wont even say good bye
this is it, this is the end
why are you still yelling at me?

*i don't know if this really counts as a poem but it just needed to vent a bit..*