Why?

When I die, will the world still go on?
 Will anyone even notice?
 As one person dies, hundreds are born, so what's the point? No one cares now, so why will they care if I'm dead?
 They shouldn't No one will What's stopping me? A thread of hope that someone will help me from drowning in this burning pit of agony.
 I want help. I need help. But I can't ask for it, I've tried and no response Everyone I told shrugged it off like I said something unnecessary.
Am I unnecessary?
 Well obviously I am, no friends, no hobbies. You aren't an interesting person and no one will ever like you.
16 years and still no one gets me. The constant act weighing on my shoulders, however, I don't move.
I can't let anyone see the mess of my head. How broken I am and how I truly feel. The facade I tightly grasp, however that's only how it looks, it's stuck, I can't get it off.
The tears on the tissue glimmer, but not like my eyes.
Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
I can't answer that, I don't have a future, my path is already built, my path to my death. You're doing this for attention!
Ah, yes, wanting myself to die because I have no potential.
So what should I do?
When?
How?
It isn't known yet, but when the time comes I will know.
I know my fate now, and I will then.