Blood pools outside you window...
The deepest cut still wasn't enough...
Rain washes away the dead and dying parts...
Am I whole yet?
-Incomplete still,
Finding myself in your eyes
Left to fend for a myself.
Alone another day.
Someone take me away...
Far running...
Leaving behind what might have been...
Will I find peace here?
Freedom? Release?
It still feels like being bound in chains...
No release...
-Falling in the dark.
This is not peace.
Can you see me?
Can you feel?
My blood is still falling on your windowsill.