Written for myself... when I was too low :(

You say you want to die.
You say you just don't care.
You say nobody loves you
And you've nothing more to share.
You say your lives too difficult;
you’re so full of despair.
You say the weight you're carrying
is just too much to bear.
You say that you are sorry
and that none of us should weep.
You make death sound so beautiful,
this grand eternal sleep.
The razor is your truest friend;
it gives you what you need.
You glorify the pain it brings
each time it makes you bleed.
You try to paint this pretty picture
using shades of gray.
You hold our hearts within your hands
with every word you say.
You lead us through your darkened halls
of anger, fear, and shame.
The question still remains unanswered.
Tell me...who's to blame?
A lover from your past
who left with broken promises?
A God you gave your heart to just to find
does not exist?
The parents who have let you down
through neglect or abuse?
Your peers,
who’s unforgiving words have made you feel obtuse?
Your poetry's an anecdote of what you feel inside.
Your words scream for attention
while you try to keep your pride.
You say you want to die,
but deep inside,
I know you're scared.
You say nobody loves you,
so you want someone to care.
The question you must answer first is.
Do you love yourself?
You'll never know true love
if you depend on someone else.
Even if my words to you are too far out of reach,
for you to keep on writing is the one thing I beseech.
So, say you just don’t give a damn.
So, say you want to die.
As long as you keep saying it,
I know you're still alive.