It saddens me to think that so many people think this way: turning in on their hate, their fear, and never letting themselves just be. Life isn't meant for beating yourself up... Though I've never been that severe, there's been someone who taught me the truth of that very recently. All that you achieve by doing this--by cutting yourself, by saying you hate the world, that you hate yourself, that you want to just curl up and die--is quit. Do you make things better? No. You make things more painful for those who care about you. And believe it or not, there are people who care. Take me for instance. I don't know you, but you have my word that I don't hate you. And if you ever need to talk about something that's making you that upset, I will gladly hear you out. But don't hurt yourself.
In case you were wondering, this is my response to your comment on one of my poems.
Now that I'm through with reactions, I'll tell you what I think of the form. Execution is patchy at best, due to lack of proofreading. All you really have to do to fix that is open it in Microsoft Word or something. Seriously, it's not that hard. Rhythm is hard to get, really, though it's free verse and therefore resembles spoken words more than structured ones.
Now for the good:
Some details are blurry, but others work perfectly for the piece. Bottling screams in a jar, for instance. I like your creativity for metaphors. I just have serious troubles accepting the subject matter as right.
PS if you're interested, I recently posted a contest that you might consider, since it deals with obscure imagery. Check it out if you like, but it will be hard.