Your right hand is cut. My left hand is sprained. What happened to us?
You hurt me with a stone cold heart yet when your blood dripped on me it was warm and it burned. It stung me, all I wanted to do was shake the liquid off but now its dried. It's a part of me now, absorbed by my skin. I find it weird how when you hurt yourself when trying to hurt me it was my fault. Maybe if you tried to understand me you would know.
Now I'm lying on the kitchen floor pretending to be unconscious because I can't take the pain anymore. The feeling of metal on my skin again and again and again and again..... someone make it stop. Please.
