Listen* to these words,
for they are coming from my heart.
Surrounded by this thing,
that's making me fall apart.
You were once my friend,
you used to be there for me.
Everyday I could wake up,
feeling happy and care free.
Sometimes bad things would happen,
but, you always turned it around.
Now you've dug a hole so deep,
how is the good supposed to be found?
You spill blood out of me,
as my mind starts slowing.
You rip me open,
my cuts are growing.
Being kicked and stabbed,
as my innocence is bled.
You're tearing apart this person,
that already feels dead.
Every step I take,
you send me down the wrong path.
I cry myself to sleep,
as you sit back and laugh.
So sharp and painful,
like the blade of a knife.
Cutting into my skin,
is the reality of life.
<3 Always,
Tameica H.
its supposed to be me talking to life as a friend.