Lying here

Feeling hot tears pour from my eyes
Wondering if I told you would you sympathise
or look at me with disgusted eyes
don't focus on the scars but analyse the lies
as I lie her oozing blood that would make you sick
feeling relief wash over me
but fading too quick
support's not what I need, I want a quick fix
Anything to get me out of this place
something to get me off my face
to allow a release through numbing of the fear
you left me my love
that's why I'm here.