Depressing poetry

"Skin..."

I clutch my pen as I write the final goodbye, how it came to this you're probably wondering why

Well lets start with the girl that left my life, though she is only a part of all this strife

I made a mistake and she walked away, now I sit here with no more words to say

Just sitting here as I cry real still, so there it goes I lost my will

Should I take my life away and wave goodbye? Or maybe I could tell that same old lie...

"I'm fine" I say as I stare at the ground, even though I'm crying out for help and no one can hear the sound

I skip dinner and go straight to my bed, crying with my blade when I should be resting my head

There's no more tears left to spare so I cry from within, staring at my blade as I pierce my skin...