My Last Attempt To Save You

You really scared me that one night; Talking about the sharp kitchen knife; Contemplating whether or not to take your life; Having a long-term inner strife; You never listened to my advice; Trapped in your nasty vice; Of venting to me regularly; But it didn't have impact, not any; You never cared, that it was a burden; A heft you liked to leave on my shoulder; Complaining about your family; Blaming everything on them, unhappily; Because life sometimes being unfair is a crime; However, it was you the whole time; The one having a real problem; Of suffering from the infamous depressive disorder; Then you took scissors in your hand; Suddenly, making the tip of them on your forearm land; Because, you had parental control on your phone? That was the reason good enough for scraping your bone? Afterwards, you accused me of not being comforting; But was it my fault, that I outgrew caring? After always listening and telling you what to do; I'm finally saying, fuck you!