Razors cut, wrists bleed
Tears fall, no one cares.
It’s a cruel world, I told you
People change, love fades
What’s love? I’m not sure.
You called, I came over
I saw your wrists, I felt pain
When you hurt, I hurt too
That’s love, I guess.
You hate being alone
So I stayed with you
And on the floor, we lay.
You talked, I listened
You bawled, I held you
You fell asleep, I did too.
You woke up, I was there
You smiled, I smiled, I love you.
I surround myself where innocents is holding on but by a thread, into the adult world
Drugs, money, a life here and there. Gun to the porcelain skin she holds. No tears she was taught no fear.
Could you tell me, the ending of peace where she will lie to die in this pile of meat. Honestly, imagine the path set for
never to love a guy
the man of her life is right before her eyes
Why else do think she invites the dark
a curtain of darkness spills the ink of the Pagemaster
leaking into every thought and memory she once seeked
Just to be disrupted by the the man right before her eyes
Every time she blinks…
Or to venture out into the naked world
covered with Mother earth’s exact duty
Abundance of life
Full of surprises
Loving us back
the human mind will never cease to think of the possibilities
With a different image…
every time she blinks…
the worst is having a dream where someone loves you and you can practically feel them touching you and it feels so real and then you wake up and it’s like the life is being sucked out of you and the happiness just drains out of your body and you feel empty again