Hey can you guys help me with this please?

I dont know what to call this poem i wrote it last night, and im having trouble comming up with a name.
Happiness
Where can it be found?
Around me
My friends surround
But happiness is not found.
Drugs
Are an escape from reality
Drugs however
Help for a very short time in all actuality
As I cut
The blood starts to flow
For a moment
My Heart starts to glow
But as I look
At the scars
I wonder why
I'm kept behind these bars
These bars
In my life
Are not physical, however
They are put there by my dad and his wife.
By the pressure
They put on me
To be perfect
I just wanna be free
I'm tired
So tired of it
This is the end
I'm not gonna take any more shit.

enough? not perfect? tired? open wounds? just a few suggestions, great poem by the way ;) julie -xx-

hey, thanks, yea i already have one called so tired, but open wounds sound good thanks.

What are you talkin about? what do you mean? How is it bad?