My body is starting to feel a little numb.
They think it's just a small fight,
But what they don't know are the consequences
My eyes have been hollow containers,
To store black tears in it.
My nerves are starting to shiver
I grow, only to fall on my knees again.
I speak, only to be numbed down again
I breath, only to suffocate again.
My life is become a loop,
Of lovely ghosts and crying angels.
They earned my trust, only to lose it again.
Blades heal my bleeding cuts,
And words cut me like a million pins.
I don't know what's right - to kill or to die.
My stars broken like my dreams,
My wings cut down like my wrists,
But I still keep going again.
All I have now are words.
The same that hurt you for lifetime,
And the same words that make you alive.
I take those words from my heart,
And bleed them through the paper
To write the story of my life.
I fold it and keep it on my bed,
And without saying my last 'goodbye'
I bleed from my own fire.
Death surrounds me and love kills me.
I don't have any more words,
They have all bled on to the paper.
I died, knocked down on the floor.
With my bleeding cut through arm open,
And this is my beautiful hell
