Why do i get back up when im only going to fall back down again

Im slipping off the edge into the abyss

Every tear tells a story i cannot

I learnt how to stop the tears from flowing
But not to stop the blood from pouring

With the blood flowing down my wrists
you're too late to start caring

Smile and laughter practised to perfection
but my eyes give away the sorrow that is inside

Im just another thing you will never understand

Everytime something goes wrong you look to me
Yes dad im your perfect mistake

My eyes and tears tell the story i can not

The sunrises
day passes in a blur of pain
when finally the sunsets
blade to my wrists
questioning if i will ever see
tomorrows sunrise or tomorrows pain