You Tell Me...

You tell me to drink poison.
I will

You tell me to jump of a bridge.
I want to

You tell me to starve myself.
I have

You tell me to die.
I've tried

With every bubble of blood,
It's not a cry for help

It's a form of punishment.
As if you don't punish me enough

You tell me I will never be good enough.
That you don't need to say.