A poem to my bittersweet

You know, Im crying as I write this,
And as the tears roll down my face,
Im running down the streets for you,
As if it were a race,
Im running after you,
And cleaning up the mess,
And shedding all my tears of blood,
To relieve all of my stress,
I dont know if Ill make it,
Because Im not ok,
I dont know how to deal with it,
And I dont know what to say,
Im so sick of feeling sad,
Because I just Fu..cked up,
Ive had it up to here,
And of course Ive had enough,
So sick of re-applying make-up,
Just to watch it run once more,
So sick of writing these sad things,
And sick of running out the door...