I'm tired of crying,
I hate my blood.
I'm sick of the yelling.
The smiles are so fake,
And there are new scars.

Why can't I be perfect,
They don't see me trying,
and I just end up,
Hating myself.

I'm apparently a liar.
And I cant do this or that.
So maybe things will be better-

When I am laying in a pool,
of Blood and Tears...