everywhere i look theres traces
the lines connect -
a heart shatters
blood pools around the site
of the crime police officers try to block
the scene
hide it away
bag up the evidence
to all the viewers dismay
the lights are dimming
dusk is coming soon
tears in a bedroom
are lost in the black
absorbed by the dark
hate fills up inside
pain stabs like a knife - no
wait
that was the knife
attention attention attention
you dont want attention
keep it inside
stop
you must hide it
stop trying to help
all you do is hurt
but the gun will stop that.
its like fighting your way out of quicksand the harder you try the harder you fall it's like looking into someone's eyes knowing they're going through the same hell you are - and what's even worse? knowing that i caused it. i hate feeling like this. im so sorry.
