Not Much Left

As I stare at the night sky
I always wonder why it's so hard for me to cry

People don't understand anything about who I am
Thats why I'll always tell them to scram

I understand that people hate me
But honestly there no reason I can see

I try to hide the pain
But it's as obvious as the down pour of rain

I know there's not much left of me
But now my self control is gone so please just leave