Whats the point?
Why do I try?
I try to please you,
but all you do is tease me.
You make me feel like I'm nothing.
What joy do you get out of that?
Apparently, its something that I don't understand.
When the tears come flooding down my face,
and all I hear are your cruel words.
Then I realize that the wetness upon my face is not tears, but blood.
My tears are adding up can't you see that?
No I guess not.
So for now I will stand alone,
in this blood rain.