Why I Did

For every person who bothered me, For every person who put me for every feeling I've had of anger. For every time someone told me I was insane, for every time someone told me I was depressed, For never getting to find out on my own. For every tear I shed in pain for every tear I shed at night for not being able to tell the difference. For lie I've been told, for every time I was looked at weird for never being able to be myself. For your beautiful eyes For your words of hate. For the tears on my face that I shed for you There is blood on my wrist.