At least there is this

Put a knife inside my handWatch me carve myself up againBlood and tears mix on my armWhy must I do myself harmI feel nothing so I cut moreCut until I am on the floor Bleeding so much, crying moreCurl up scream and lust for moreWish I could feel better againFeel like a real and strong manI was born to be someone Not just an unwanted sonI look so hard to find acceptance  No one cares no one can accept thisThis broken soul, everyone regrets thisMy own mother tells me "DON'T EVER FORGET THIS"My own father I do not really knowMy life was fractured from the get goAt least Ill always have my artand I hope to reach other peoples hearts With my words that rip me apart.If you find solace in knowing I am depressed tooFind comfort in knowing I'm with youThis poem was written just for you This poem was written to help you I just hope you help others too.