The Truth

So this is how I make you feel?
You saying this seems all too real.
You were meant to be my friend
Standing by me til the very end
I'm sorry if i can't be there all the time,
Don't follow me round with the rest of the line
Waiting to take a piece of me,
Why can't you see what your doing to me.
Stop trying to drag me down,
I wanna smile, stop making me frown,
If I turn my back for a just a while,
"Where the f@@@'s your f@@@ing smile"
I can't take more of you, this sh@@,
And the truth is I can't stand you one bit.
But i try so hard to be good to you,
'cause if I don't what will you do?
Tiny little cuts all up your arm,
Your idea of self-harm,
Though this 'self harm' is aimed at me,
Each little scratch to make me feel guilty
For not being there watch over you,
To help you all the way f@@@ing through,
I have my own life too did you know?
And if you know then it doesn't bloody well show.
Guess what? I've got news and it's true,
The world does NOT revolve around you.
Why've you turned into this self absorbed b@@ch,
Your spiteful poison-it's making me itch.
Just 'cause I don't like to shout about what's up with me,
Doesn't mean there's nothing to see,
I'm too busy being YOUR hero to deal
With all my problems, I don't have a chance to heal.
Because even heroes have the right to dream
And EVEN heroes have the right to bleed..

So roll up my sleeve

Take a look at my arm

See what's left of your F@@@ING self harm.