Monster

I don't know how to please you,
Nothing I ever do is enough.
In the mirror a stranger looks back at me,
What is this monster I've become?

I'm unworthy of all this time,
I'm nothing but a waste.
Can you see the blood on my wrist?
Can you see the tears down my face?

And sometimes I wish you cared,
But I don't mean a thing to you.
I'm done trying and failing.
It's over; you and I are through.