My Mental Wounds

I hopped on the train with a heart full of pain.
 I followed the direction of gain and fame.
Only to realise nobody cares about my pain.

The rain hit me like a rock on the head.
It burned my skin with its acid. I ate meat and cherries to stop it.
 I can't, and I didn't even realise it. I wore a black cape to hide it.

 I wasn't even proud of it. But once, I had loved it.
But that shattered into pieces.
My mind is like a puzzle with a lot of pieces.

None even tried to put it together.
 I feel like I'll be alone forever. I was told to relax,but pain was to the max.
 I guess I will just die and collapse. None will care about my body bleeding

 from the axe. But that might be,because I hid it with a mask.
 The mask fell one day as I collapse.
Now I'm made fun of ,because of the cracks.

Please, just grant my wish. I want to be perfect,not a witch.
 I once had perfect skin. Now it's in cracks and bleeding.
 Oh, I can't stop weeping.

My soul is the only thing that is breathing.
Everything else is bleeding. I can't clean it,or even heal the wounds.
I guess it will show forever on my roots.

 I'm running away from my mental wounds.
But they got me,and I stopped breathing.