This game we play called life

Droplets of blood
Fall down my arm
After another day
In this game we play called life

I have no one who cares
no shoulder to cry on
Not a person who loves me
No one who notices

Pain and anger
kept bottled in
Will not show it
untill my end

I hate you god
for letting me live this pain
I want to die
and you let me live

I lay and think what do I have
Nothing at all
so why stay
and live my life

scars on my arm
scars will fade
its not that i think to my self
it the inner scars that wont go away

Droplets of blood
fall faster and faster
because i ended
this game we play called life