Slit, slit, slit

I'm holed up in my room
crying, crying, crying
"This fucking sucks!" I'd say
 The urge to slit my wrists
 is getting completely unbearable
 My "Coping skills" I learned at the hospital
Aren't doing shit, and I still feel fucking terrible 

Downing a bottle of pills
Is growing ever so tempting
Ending the pain
is all I want now
I feel unloved
drowning in pool 
of constant rejection
If I slit my throat now
I'll never have to speak again 
No more hatred
No more guilt 
No more shame 
only silence

My medication isn't working
I still feel hollow and alone
Nobody likes me
and rightfully so 
I'm an annoying duche
As everybody knows
It didn't work the first time
But now it's time for me to go

Even cutting doesn't work now
My life is just as pointless
As the feelings of a cockroach
I've nothing left to lose
I'm hanging on by the skin of my teeth
when I'd rather be hanging on a noose 

I love you, but it's clear I'll never get to see you again
I think It's finally time for me to end.

Feedback: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/4k6ikk/im_tired_feedback_please/d3esffo https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/4ked46/another_poem_about_love/d3erwow This is my 3rd poem I've written, 1st i've ever posted. Please be brutally honest in your critiques, I don't want you to sugar code what you say.