How.

How things are,
I can't explain.
When I'm sad,
I don't know why.

All I do is cry,
Without saying words.
I get judged,
I get a lot.

I tried so hard,
But all is done.
Things are too much
And I am crashed.

I pick the blade,
With nothing on mind.
I slice my wrists,
Feeling numb.

Now I lay,
With my life draining.
Now they come,
And it's too late.