This war of blood

When will you see,
That you're never going to change me,
For better or for worse,
I'm the realist thing you'll ever know,
I really don't mind hurting,
As long as I know I've been honest,
Love me or hate me,
It changes little,
Don't you realize that in the end,
I'll still be standing proud,
I've never been fake,
I won't try to make you love me,
What is emotions if they're bought,
Love is not meant for corruption,
Blood or mud,
Makes no difference to me,
So why can't you except me as me,
You keep hoping relentlessly,
Clinging to this picket fence dream you hold for me,
When all I've ever wanted was peace and serenity,
No matter how I find it,
If I die alone,
I'll know that I've never been altered,
Like the waves of a horde attacking my walls,
Your words of concern and advice make me feel trapped,
I'm under siege through my own flesh and blood,
Depression has no hold on me,
And your words are in vain,
You are washing the blood away,
It's become diluted into water,
And what's saddest is you'll never know,
Until its too late,
I'll die being me,
And you'll never know who I was,
I can only shield this love for so long,
Enough blood shed will extinguish the hottest of flames,
This is no warning shot,
This is war of blood!