| will the wound ever close? will the blood keep pouring out, breaking my heart? will I be able to heal, or will my emotions let me bleed dry? my heart is full of anger and pain, yet it still keeps loving, over and over again. opening that wound, and letting it bleed again. My emotions take control of me, and I don't fight. it isn't worth it. My heart is empty, and my mind is exausted. I lay here, wishing I had the sweet sin of alcohol, and my bloody razor, to put me to sleep. The sound of the razor cutting my skin is my lullaby, the sound soothes me, and puts me to sleep. The sweet alcohol calms me. As my emotions continue to bleed, I lay here, wondering why I hurt, and I cry myself to sleep |
