Pressure

How could you be so blind
to never understand,
why i cut my arm
and even cut my hand,
you say that I'll be fine
and say i will get through,
but I'm always being hurt,
and hurting cus of you.
i try to tell my friends
how much i want to bleed,
and explain how much i drown
and suffer in your greed.
I tried to make you proud
I'm doing what you say,
but it's all to much to handle,
i have to fade away.
I'll wait for night to fall
when thoughts are in my head,
i say to myself so quietly
I wish that i was dead.
i hope that i don't wake you
when i cry out in pain,
but i know that i wont face you
and live with you again.