Song Journal

Remnants

I took the axe to chop off my head
But you grabbed my hand to hold instead
You told me you didn't want to find me dead
And I believed the words you said

I woke up to the memories
Of past events that weren't real
Dreams that you were in
And I do not know why

I tried to end it all
But you were right beside me
I said I loved you , the whole phrase
And you held my shoulders tight

I don't remember much now
Just your presence and bloody floors
I don't know how you knew where I lived
You've only been to my grandmothers

So many I don't knows
Because I don't know what this means
Maybe it has to do with last night
When I wanted someone to tell me they cared

I took the axe to chop off my head
But you grabbed my hand to hold instead
You told me you didn't want to find me dead
And I believed the words you said

Hey guys. This isn't a song, again. I know I've now had two poems instead of songs, but oh well. I didn't really feel like turning this into a song and I just kind of wanted to write down things and not have metaphors. Anyways. I hope you have a fantastic day.
💟💟💟
~Jax