Do you still not believe me?

A short poem I wrote about suicide and depression. It's not the best but I haven't uploaded in a while so I needed to get something up.

Do you still not believe me?

I told you I wasn't okay,

but you shrugged it off,

I told you I needed help,

but you told me I'm being needy,

I told you I was scared of my own mind,

but you said I was just imagining,

I told you I was hurting,

but you said it was temporary,

I cry myself to sleep,

but you said I'm just being a baby,

I told you I wanted to die,

but you told me to stop being stupid,

I tried to warn you,

but you didn't care,

you still think my words meant nothing you see,

but I'll be dead soon mum... do you still not believe me?

Do you still not believe me?