Can you see behind the cuts on my skin?
Can you see what my body holds within?
Can you see beyond the burns on my face?
Why I live my life in such disgrace?

Do you know why I feel this way?
Experiencing nightmares during the day?
Do you care that I wanted to die?
Will you miss me; remember me, or even cry?

Or will you forget my legacy?
And decide to move on quickly.
Thought of as the normal suicide,
Not knowing all the nights I cried.

Cause of death; Self Inflicted Wound
Exiting from a life marooned.
Marking me down as another statistic,
Thinking recent actions were uncharacteristic.

Add me to your stupid list,
Let me enter my fiery bliss,
Move on with your own pathetic life,
Go home and screw your pathetic wife.

Just know this; remember one last thought,
Life is all I wanted; love is all I sought.
Remember me or remember me not,
Please leave my graveside and let me rot.

J R Reynolds

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/objects-in-mirror-are-more-painful-than-they-appear/