Opinion on my piece of writing?

You wake up. You do nothing. You’re a ******* idiot. Why did you do that? You have no expression now, you want to drown yourself in sorrow. Is that what you want? You don’t want to be seen tomorrow, you want to disappear. In your dreams, your everything you ever wanted to be. In reality, it’s untitled. You make me angry, why are you always stuck in the past? Can I forgive you, you treated me badly. But I’m still here. Why do you question everything? Sometimes you think you’re going insane, maybe all you need is peace. You don’t need somebody else, all you need is yourself. Why do I always have to be the one to tell you? You’re just stupid, period. You wish you meant something to somebody else. You drown yourself in tears, pull out every inch of thread you have on your scalp. All for what? Wishes, hopes, dreams. They don’t come true. Your stuffed up.. you idiotic, psychotic piece of trash. You’re nobody. You never will be known, you’re never going to make it. There is no saving you now, you’re gone. You laid inside a tomb of broken lies, and now you’re a disruption of your own life. Insanity kicks in every dead end, so hurry up and close your eyes and escape from what you hide. How long will you take to bleed? How far will you go to hold on? Isn’t it better off, cutting your own throat? Hoping for once somebody will hear you. You scream and scream, and break out from all you’ve come to be. Everything you once hated, everything you once loved is all gone. You’re all gone, now. Your surrounded by many beating hearts, a room filled with laughter. You join in, yet you still feel alone and empty. Why? Do you ever get the answers you would like to hear? What makes you so different? Can’t you just be the same as everybody else? Those horrid thoughts, abnormal sensations, you’ve gone through hell and back to try and feel. Stop feeling, stop touching, stop breathing. End it now, won’t you? Are you just too happy with yourself, too proud of what you have achieved? Yet, you haven’t achieved anything at all. Forgive yourself, and maybe others will forgive you too. Stop judging yourself, learn to love yourself. Just like you love strangers. Please, look in to yourself and see the person you really are. You’re not a monster, I know that. I’m with you all the time, in your thoughts.. your dreams, your experiences, your actions, your hopes, your let downs. I’m here through it all, only because I am you.