Why? Why?

No, you don't love me.
I know it can't be.
You won't even say it,
And I'm a little sick of this shit.
You think you can fool me and push me around?
I pick up this razor that I just found.
Yes, push me.
You'll see.
I'm not afraid,
To cut myself deep with this blade.
No, I know you don't care,
About me or the blood stained shirts that I wear.
Yes, I know you won't stop it.
It seems you enjoy every bit.
You like to watch me go through this pain.
Like you're trying to make me insane.
Yes, I see what you're doing.
I see it's just my heart that you're screwing.
I can see this,
But one question I can't dismiss.
Why? Why?
When I'd give you the sky,
When I love you so much,
When I just crave your touch.
Why? Why?
I just close my eyes and hope that I'll die.
Yes, that's what I do,
If only just for you.