What is left to live for?

EMOtional -
its who I am,
its what I do.
LAY here with ME,
CRY for ME.
You're my DRUG.
spare TIME for ME.
i WANT you,
i NEED you,
i LOVE you,
be MINE.
but you are NOT HERE,
and my SMILE never lasts.
i WANT to DIE,
GUN to my HEAD.
SHUT your MOUTH,
every WORD you say is a LIE.
you THROW your words like an ATTACK.
KNIFE'S lying beside ME,
BLOOD on my WRIST,
TEARS in my EYES,
and you still don't CARE?
so CUT my WRISTS and BLACK my EYES!
your HAPPINESS means the WORLD to me,
i just wish we could be HAPPY TOGETHER...
are you HAPPY to make me SAD?
I'm fricking DROWNING in my own SALIVA.
TEARS are the WORDS i CANT SAY,
BLOOD is the TEARS i CANT SHED.
and PHYSICAL PAIN is the ONLY thing that drowns out EMOTIONAL PAIN,
yeah, people CUT so that they don't have to think about the pain in their HEARTS!
so where is my RAZOR BLADE?
I'll make a SWEET INCISION,
CUTTING DEEPER and DEEPER.
YOU make me do this,
i would STOP if you CARED,
id LAY it down for YOU!
but if i told you this was KILLING me, would you STOP???
till the day i DIE, ill SPILL my HEART out for you...and my WRISTS...