Beginning to end

Why is It I can bleed to death but i can't cry to death?
Why can't I ever seem to catch my breath?
I'm trying so hard to gain control
Over what was once my life

I keep asking myself the same question
If I can be saved by confession
Will it end my depression?

But god never seems to have time for me
He just seems to mess with my mind
Leaving me puzzled and so confused

I just want to disappear and cry
Like my spurting blood
I just want to die

Nobody deserves to live with my sorrow
Nobody ever seems to care anyways
So how will people feel tomorrow?

When Im gone will everybody notice?
Or will they just carry on with their life?
Will things be better again?
I seemed to of messed it all up from the beginning to end