Bad blood.

Have I gotten it bad?
Or am I finding my way?
My best friend doesn't miss me,
And my blood, I find betraying me.
I'm writing the words I haven't voiced yet.
Where are you? Where am I?
And I'm missing every train.
I'm late and they look at me,
With the redness in their eyes,
Overlooking the tears in mine.
Do you have a thousand voices to hear?
A million words to write,
I have one, and I'm suffering.
Dying to voice my pain.
I stayed up the nights,
Writing it over and over,
Finding the perfect words,
I don't mean to make you fall,
I don't mean to make you cry.
I've found you find love,
And I've lost all mine.
I miss looking at you the same,
When my eyes fall on you,
You make me burn,
And when you care about me,
I start to walk out,
I'm cut out my pride,
And I'm nothing anymore.
Old and broken,
I've lost my magic.
My smiles hurt,
And my laughter cringe,
Every inch of me burns.
Betrayed by my blood,
Get me rid of it.