confused with my head

I'm so confused at cutting with the scars I always hide,
its bad to all but me who likes feelin a sharp blade glide,
judged as a phsychotic weirdo I need help its all yas think,
No one looks to why im cuttin or wonder why I drink,
life for me is un copable my tears don't stop at night,
I'm just sum1 to be walked on just to mek most feel alrite,
I would give to anyone all I had just to have somethin I felt was true,
cos head games and distant family is far from gettin me through,
I'm done with reaching help and the ways I come to cry out,
Come on chez ur a worthles nothing look around just whos about,
I cry because I'm weak can't handle little stress,
Go hide bak in my room with this unfixable pathetic mess,
I guess I'll cope with my hidden scars and release at sight of blood,
You all have givin up on me its all I have makin me feel little good,
don't want to live no more constantly feeling this painfull way,
I'll give up soon like you all to its just a question of what day,