Were you wrong that you figured you'd be better than this? Were you wrong to think you could be stronger? in the poem sense of this... I liked the repeition in the beginning and the way you ended with a question. It's another beautiful poem. you need to bleed with words. Not blood.

Dont you dare give up. Don't you dare die. I love you. And I will do something about this if I have to.

If you know that someone love you, that someone cares would you continue to do this to yourself?