To Bleed

Wrists are for cutting 
If I'm not for loving
It's really no use 
I can't take the abuse
The pain you bestow 
That makes me so low 

You can try all ya want
I can cry all I want
I don't have to listen
Anymore

I'm not perfect
Not even close
So why does it matter?

I give up
I'm done
I'm throwing in the towel
Because I can't live up to it
Not just one little bit
Life just wasn't meant for me. 

And so she counted;
One for me
A second for the show
A third for the blood that dripps so slow
Four for her peers who did not care
And five for the knocking though no body was there. 

And she added them to the collection she had of things she hated
But never once regretted