What's it to you?

The agonizing pain bleeding ears, lifes just a game. The game preys hard on the young it's been eating at my mind, destroying me from the inside out, struggling to get through, the games inside me controlling me to make the wrong choices I get the urges to slice my flesh in the lines of scars. I break down in the bathroom next to the toilet, blade in my hand, crying silently as I wipe the vomit from the corners of my mouth; i go on day by day smiling even though i"m dying, my happiness comes from the boy i love, all i want to do is be held by him to comfort the pain away, but the pain is showing through. every day i"m asked what's wrong? I don't even know how to answer, all I think is why does it matter, teachers, friends, parents they all ask the same repeated question that's engraved in my mind, what's wrong? all i can say, what's it to you?