Even though I tried it all fell apart...

Try to kill it all away but I remember everything... What have I become..?

I'm not good enough
I sit in a corner
And watch
As everybody passes
I go unnoticed
I reach for the shining silver
It glistens in the darkness
I've talked myself out of it so many times
But so many times more I ignored myself
What have I become...
This isn't me...
But I'm fat
Not pretty enough
Not good enough
I look at my wrist
So many scars on it already
I go to the top of my arm,
It's spreading,
Just like those youtube videos said
One
Two
Three
And blood is blotting and puring down my skin
Who would care if they found out anyway?
Certainly not my "friends"
What have I become?
The voices in my head constanly argue
This is the only time I get a break
And silence as I focus
Focus on what shouldn't even come close to happiness
But it's a break
A break I deserve
But with a consiquence I don't deserve
I go to the sink and wash the blood away
What have I become?
Everyone may think I'm happy
But you don't have to look a certain way
You don't have to act a certain way
It happens to the most unsuspecting people