What's Wrong?

I hate those words.
"What's wrong?"
Everybody asks them.
It's not like you care what my problem is.
If I start telling you, you walk away, or say the biggest lie ever.
"It will all be okay."
Can't you see that I don't want to be here?
And it won't be okay?
With my anger pouring out..the harsh words..flowing from my mouth, causing my to be in darkness.
I start shaking, once I start shaking, I start to cry.
Once I'm doing both, i get the need and urge to cut.
So then I start moving. I need to break free.
Get out of here. See blood on my arms.
I scream and cry. I make noises. Moan.
If i leave, people will see.
If I stay, they shove right through me, as if I was invisible.
*I wish I was.*
Sometimes if the anger gets strong enough, i will hurt someone else.
Or my breathing is off.
I wish that it would just stop.
And when everything goes on around me, there's only one thought in my mind.
"I hate myself"

---yes, i know this isnt a poem. but it's part of something about me..truly how i used to feel---