Tired Blood

I look at all these people and they all seem so tired of me 

I look up at them quietly 

I can't keep my head down, don't shut up, my mouth moves, it's tiring 

Honestly, who let me speak? 

Why’d they never try stopping me? 

They know too much, they back up, I’m afraid and they're done 

Just put a knife in my back, let it bleed out, that's what my feelings have become 

Standing on a rooftop, on the tip of a ledge 

If just two fingers graze me, I will stumble off the edge 

I am the remnants of water being crushed inside a bottle 

No one can reach me, but some keep trying, they beseech me 

To give them that one final drop, they hurt, they throttle 

Ring my neck, promise they’ll keep me 

But I am watercolor, I wash off, promises die, and that is not just a feeling 

How good must I be at acting 

For you to not tell I’m masking 

I want to give it up, 

You wish for me to tell you every day and each minute 

But with everything I share, my honesty has a limit 

Please take this satirically 

I promise I’m fine mentally 

Just let me fill your cup 

Distract you so you don't know it's with my blood