The sound of her heart it resonates,
In a tunnel endless and wide,
Far to grasp,
And late to reach.

Red
White
Blue
Starry night on a canvas
What does it mean?
I once knew, now
I no longer know.

Blood makes me squeamish
A cut on my siblings leg
landed me on the floor
After catching my breath
I retrieved help

Bad. Bad. Bad.

Punishment.
If I punish myself
No one else can punish me
Wrong.

"You bruise easily."
"No, I punch really hard."

Usually it's my left thigh.
It makes sense
I'm right handed
No one can see
No one can judge

Bad. Bad. Bad.

When it's a lesson to be "learned"
It leave a nasty shiner
On my right eye
It makes sense
I'm right handed
Everyone can see it
Everyone can judge

I'm afraid to speak.
My words are always bad
Always wrong
A lesson to be "learned"

Stay Silent.
Shut Up.
Don't Speak.
Don't Bruise!

maybe I saw her
at the laundromat
and just missed her,
I was looking for a change,
while she walked
away.

im tired of waking up with tears streaming down my face.
im tired of the dull eyes,
im tired of the red rivers running through them.
im tried of crying.
i wish i could do something else, i wish the pain was easy to handle.
im so tired.
i wish i could go to sleep, maybe even never wake up.