The humans with out souls (Poem/ Diary kinda thing/ Monologue)

Author/Poets note:

This is kinda random but what I've been feeling for the last few weeks but sorry if you don't like it. And this is a little emo :L

Anyway, on with the poem type thing,....

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I can't hold this depression in any longer

The pain in my heart throbs every night

I can't bear life like this

My razor is never sharp enough

No matter how much I bleed, it is never enough to match the pain inside me

You're one of my best friends

I couldn't bare to hurt you

I have no soul

I don't live my life for myself

Did I ever?

Am I a human without a soul?

A human who lives her life to please others

You stand there and watch me die on the inside

I can't hold it against you because you have no idea

Is there any point to my life?

I am ready to die...

Sometimes I feel like grabbing my knife and cutting deeply into my wrist until another heartbeat shall never escape my aching heart

Can a human live without a soul?

How long will I last against this pain

I don't know what to do anymore

I want to say no, tell you to go away

Say that we're better off as friends anyway

But those words will never escape my lips 

I can never hurt a living soul 

It would kill me, the living dead but you're already killing me

I simply wish to die

I am fed up with curling up in ball to cry whenever you talk to me

I don't even know if this pain has reason behind it

Just please, let me die?