There's blood running down my wrist
But something isn't right
This story has a twist
And it's not very bright
The darkness covers the halls
As we live on
It affects us all
While life continues on
No one is effected
No one is hurt
But when you take your last breath in
You're amazed how much it hurts
But, I know that people are there
I know that I am loved
But the people that say they are
Are the ones that are long gone
I love you,
Three simple words
But three words that could mean the world
Life it death, that's what they could bring
Love of blood is not what most see
Love of others is what we're used to
Love of situations are also common too
But nothing is how it seems
The people they come and go
Not many stopping in your path
But those are the people
That normally stop to laugh
YOU ARE READING
Do you even know?
PoetryDoes anyone know the feeling that no one knows you? That you always put on such a good act that people can never tell if you are okay or not?
