It's late and I should probably be sleeping.
But I can't, all I've been thinking about is you.
Staring up at the ceiling, my wrists still bleeding.
Questioning everything, what's still true.
No one's there to hear me cry.
No one's there to clean up the blood.
Everyone would rather me die.
Watch me fall with the rise of the sun.
It's ten past three.
All of my tears are dried on my face.
I'm trapped in my memories.
Cuddling with a blade.
Your words are still etched in my brain.
When you walked away for the last time,
Left me standing in the rain.
That was a fucked up Tuesday night.
Your voice replays in my mind,
the last time we made love flashes back when I close my eyes.
The way we touched, it was all a lie.
Just a matter of time before our love died.
So it's a quarter to four.
Blood has soaked through my sheets.
Dripped to the floor.
Still alive, not meant to be.
I was up all night,
Bled too much.
But I'm still alive.
Still I need your touch.
No matter how hard I try I can't forget.
We don't talk, but I still think about you.
You're a mistake I can't regret.
In my life of lies, you were always true.
I'm laying here in the middle of the night,
Wondering where you are.
What I can do to make it all right,
though you're just so far...
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My Scars Exposed #wattys2018
Poetry"We've all got our horrors and our demons to fight. But how can I win when I'm paralyzed?"-Bring Me The Horizon Poetry has been a big part of my life for a long time now. I express my feelings on these pages (screens?) because sometimes it's hard to...
