How are you ?

Every night I fall asleep I hope i do not wake up. 
I look in the mirror and want to scream, I hate me. I hate that I pull, pull, pull, pull, pull. 
I cannot stop pulling at my hair...  hate it. 
How are you ? They always ask. I'm good. I say.. what do you tell someone? Oh i want to die today.
When can I die?