What would you do,
If only you just knew,
What you mean to me,
Is it that hard to see?
That name; Alycia,
Tears me me up, like a claw,
But she was the source,
The start of that force
The force that made me bleed,
That made me do the deed,
Of using that rusty blade,
For a place for my tears to cascade
Cascade like a waterfall,
Down to a place known by all,
A place called unto me,
Just to be scratched, wanting to be free
That place, pale, like the sun,
The colour of some our brethren,
Shared amongst ourselves,
Just to be torn, wanting to be felt
Yet all that happens to it
It gets ripped
Peeled apart
Treated worse than our hearts
