Life of tears

Cry cry cry that's all I do
Oh tears do I hate you
No tears of joy
No tears of laughter
Just the tears of hating my self and this horrible diaster 
My tears do not show any shame
They merely displict I am not the same
I do not have a wonderful life
My best friend is truly a knife
I have this dream of getting better
But that would involve discussing the matter
So I'll just hide away in the dark
Until the final day when I'm torn apart.