Pressure

The blood drips from my fists,
Thank god it's not my wrists,
Last time it was bad,
I think I'm going mad.
The reasons were unknown,
But it still helped,
It released the pressure,
The pressure that I felt.

You witnessed it all and pretended not to see,
I felt like a fool and you seemed to agree..

The fact I made you hurt,
Is too much to bear,
It will never happen again,
I couldn't be that unfair.
The anger that I felt,
Was nothing to do with you,
It was inside that's all,
There's nothing left to do.

I can't make it right,
I think I'm losing sight.