Bloodied and torn,
From life's bitter twists,
She stands here now,
With red stains on her wrists.

I stand in the shadows, so you can’t see my tears...

Hold me close,
Keep at bay the fears,
Dry my eyes,
Wipe away the tears

I threw my shattered heart at you, and you dropped it with a careless ease.

I don’t want to grow up
I don’t want to leave wonder land,
But I must,
So can you lead the way?
Can you hold my hand?
I can’t make it without you.

Blood for tears,
Cut to cry,
Always wondering,
Why I try.

Each new cut, shining so brightly on such scarred and deformed skin, just serves as a reminder of what a failure I am.

Sometimes I wonder why I try.
Why I bother.
Why I cry.
I know this love 'aint working, but still I make an effort.
Why?

Life is like a marriage:

After the honeymoon the cracks that were hidden before suddenly begin to show

The false face must hide what the false heart doth know

*macbeth*