Poem I wrote about depression and suicide, please give honest feedback.

Dreams of dying...

Do you ever sit there and realise how unwanted you truly are? You realise that you were never meant to be here, people didn’t want you, you are a mistake. Everywhere you turn you are reminded of what a failure you are and how you have let everyone down, again. You lie in bed at night, crying because you can’t do anything right. You cut yourself because it’s the only way you stay alive. It’s what gets you through the day, when you have another fight with friends. It’s always in your head, which constantly chants to you ‘cut cut cut’ ‘you are a failure and have let everyone down’ ‘you deserve the pain, misery and sadness’ So you always give in and as you take the glass and scratch it across your bare skin, you watch the blood trickle out. It silences the bad thoughts for a while and allows you to fake a smile. You will do this until your dreams of dying slow down.