Was made of blood stained blades and tear stained cheeks,
Bated breaths trapped between warning footfalls,
The silent echo of your helpless shrieks.

Children locked in church bathrooms, circus freaks,
Disgraced, oh how laughter mentally mauls,
Was made of blood stained blades and tear stained cheeks.

We were called horrible things, worthless, weak,
They drowned it out, those noisy know-it-alls,
The silent echo of your helpless shrieks.

And oh, the way my thoughts, they used to leak,
Like poisoned water, roaring waterfalls,
Was made of blood stained blades and tear stained cheeks.

But you, so fierce despite being so meek,
Pushing down all your words, you used to crawl,
The silent echo of your helpless shrieks.

Today, I fight the words I didn’t speak,
And I’m sorry, I sat by, watched you fall.
Was made of blood stained blades and tear stained cheeks,
The silent echo of your helpless shrieks.

Isn't it odd,
How one person's absence
Can tear across your soul like ripples?
Gaining speed with each passing moment,
Momentum,
Turning that fragment of my heart you stole
Into a tsunami.

The wound you left
It's long since healed
I know this,
I claim this,
In the face of that mighty wave
As if my claims, my words, my facts
Can stop the oncoming torrent of water.

I wonder if you're asleep,
Laying in your bed.
I wonder if you're like me,
With words trapped in your head.

When the dawn comes,
Will I need some time to grieve?
When the questions run,
Will you finally be free?

But, there is a technicality,
In the form of my love for you.
My tendency to cling tightly,
To a very specific few.

My love, there is a thing called trust,
I gave mine to you fully.
But in your awful lust,
I fear you might take it and leave.

And there are some things I need
Some things I need to fly
But tonight it's only me
Me, myself, and I

A million thoughts,
Trapped in a young mind.
Each shaped to slice,
Poison tipped fury,
Enclosed in an idea.

How is one supposed to think
With all these blades locked in his mind?
How is he supposed to sort through them all,
When each he touches slices his flesh,
When the urge to retreat is so heavy within him?

What is one to do?
All  these barbed words,
Bouncing around in a skull.
If only the sound was hollow,
If only his mind less sharp.

They say ignorance is bliss,
And dull thoughts must hurt far less.
Perhaps if he frees them,
Blows a hole in his skull,
Those  thoughts will flow free.

Onto the floor,
His sharp thoughts flow,
Filling the crevices of his floorboards,
Staining the wood with their rich color,
No longer caged.

Each beat of my heart is discordant
As I face the horrible reality of tonight
Oh I want to close my eyes
Forget the sight of your indifference

Each breath is a gasp in disguise
As I face the fearful ache in my chest
Oh I want to lay in your arms
Forget the blows upon my fragile heart

Each thought I bear is a knife
As I face the implications of tonight
Oh I want to apologize a million times
Forget that you were the one wielding the weapon