Sick of it

I look into the mirror
my skin withered from all the stress
my eyes are red from crying
i look like a total mess

i look at my body
cuts tearing me apart
i don't no what to do
i can't control my broken heart

everyone tells me mean things
i have a really low self esteem
I'm never good for anyone
"I'm just f*ked up and mean"

i miss being who i was
and how i really did love you
i miss being in your warm embrace
when it was just us two

I'm sick of always fighting
and feeling so left out
I'm sick of making mistakes
and not knowing what life's about