I Have Issues

I have issues,
I'm sick in the head.
My past has blinded me,
I'll probably end up dead.

My memories won't fade,
No one seems to care.
I've cried in public,
It felt like I was bare.

My skin's a shell,
I have no soul.
My heart's black as night,
It's like there's just a hole.

The tears that flow,
They're crystal clear like a flood.
My veins resemble that,
Except it's not clear but blood.