Why Me?

They found out that I cut myself,
They all think its funny,
That I have to bring myself pain to feel better,
Why is it always me they pick on?
Why me?
Why do I have to do this?
Why do I have to bring myself pain?
Why?
Is it because I’m invisible to everyone,
Apart from my knife?
Why dose everyone find it funny to pick on me?
Why do my friends leave me?
Why won't they let me die?
When I want to kill myself,
I try to think of the nice things in my life,
But there is none.
No not even my family and friends.
They all tell me I’m stupid!
Why am I the stupid one?
Why?
Is it just because I want to kill myself?
Why me?
Is it because I’m fat?
Is it because I’m ugly?
Is it because I have hardly any friends?
Why me?
Someone just tell me
WHY!