It's all for you.

My bleeding wrest,
My tears so true,
Dont you know?
Its all for you.
My childish ways
Of misbehavior,
Mocking, grinning,
Laughing at ya.
A borderline, the doctors said,
And diagnosed me Living-Dead.
Each night a blade to color me,
Drawing monsters beyond my fantasy,
Each night a scream that no one heard,
Each nightmare vivid and absurd.
And every whisper in my mind,
And every drug to ever do,
Helped leave your memory behind,
So dont you see?
Its all for you.