Dead or Dying

I sit here and cry,
my tears are flowing.
I hate myself so,
to slice my skin,
or rip my flesh.

Why can't you see how much,
I hurt,
I scream,
I bleed.

People turn their heads,
they look away.
I speak,
you hear me but,
you shrug and sigh.

With a smile you are fine,
when just minutes before,
I said I'd love to die.

I just don't understand,
why you don't,
seem to realize,
that maybe,
I'll
be
dead.