Perfect...

Nothing I do is ever right,
I can't even sleep during the night,
Constantly making continuous mistakes,
Always faking the way my heart breaks;

Smiling to hide the pain inside,
Admiring the flowers that have already died,
Walking in the cold dark rain,
Laughing as the life in my slowly begins to drain;

I'll never what you may consider 'happy',
And I'll never be able to make you see,
That everything you say to me,
Haunts my dreams and won't let me be;

Life's done me no good in this way or that,
Treating me like the devil's door mat,
But if I could and you know I would,
Hoping forever that you understood;

Sleep forever a dreamless sleep,
In slumber so peaceful and ever so deep,
But constantly waking and constantly shaking,
Screaming in a cold sweat, Life forsaking;

Stuck in my ways, never right,
Causing arguments, starting fights,
Drinking, smoking, choking, cutting,
Lying, Crying, Failing Life;

Breaking down, losing faith,
Sighing quietly as I meet the knife...

Wimpering in the dark,
Shivering in my craze,
Because I'm nothing but perfect...
In all the wrong ways.