I Help Everyone But No One Helps Me

I'm doing pretty good, my life is mighty fine
Atleast that's what you think until you hear me speak my mind
On the outside I am smiling
On the inside I am dying
Look on my pillow and you'll see the tears from all my crying
"Hey nice bracelets, you got good fashion sense!"
Ha thanks lil ma, that's what's covering my slit wirsts
And bruises on my knuckles are from my angry fists
I should be living in the present
Treat myself like a queen even though I'm feeling like a peasant
My heart is racing fast as my mind travles to the past
Back to momma hitting me
Looking back at my brothers grave as I'm leaving the cemetery
Now I'm visiting my mom in jail
Because she never responds to my letters in the mail
But she don't wanna see me
I'm trying to forgive her for all the beating I received
I spent some time in juvey, not gonna lie
But she's the one that taught me that I should always fight
I'll save my other troubles for later, Until then I'll wipe my eyes with a tissue a push though my issues
To everyone in my school, let's take a vote
Who's the next one to help me write my suicide note?