Not even you can save me

Too much of life, hitting me all in the face at once. That was the problem. Yeah I was stressed, I felt unloved, alone, confused. That is what lead to the cutting. It wasn't anybodys fault, although I suppose people could take the blame for it. It was my fault. And I'm sorry, but not even you can fix me.
But don't worry, because I'm better now.  I have friends, I'm actually trying in school, and people love me. Or atleast I hope they do. I never know though. I can't take a compliment without thinking it over a couple times. I can't trust them. I can't trust anybody. With secrets, with ideas, with thoughts. Not even you can know me.
I don't even know IF you love me. I can't tell if you're faking it. I can't tell if you find me annoying. I can't tell unless you tell me. In my world, I might have 2 true friends, because all the people I know would talk about me behind my back. Not even you can be real.
Not even you can save me from myself.