What Doesn't Kill Me....

Another bad comment,  
Is another 100 scars..
I'll put on a smile,
Everything's alright..
But once I'm alone, the smile
Goes.. Nothing's alright.
I have tried slicing my legs,
Ankles, shoulders, wrists and
Stomach, in the
Past, to bleed my pain away..
But it came back..
It always comes back..
I'm just sitting,
Waiting for everything to disappear.
Everyone asks if I'm ok..
The answer to leave my
Lips remain unchanged..
"I'm FINE." But they don't know
The meaning, the true meaning
Of that word..
(F)alling apart
(I)ncomplete
(N)ot okay
(E)verything's wrong....
I feel so empty..
Why won't anyone listen?
They all stay silent..
My heartbeat races with sorrow..
It gets harder to breathe..
I cry because, it's all I can do
Correctly..
Worthless, sad, alone, sorrow...
Me... I don't want to be here,
I don't want to be in this world..
But...
I have to be.. The
Saying 'What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger'
Is a lie.... For me, it's really...
What doesn't kill me...
Scars me deeper..