If I punched the walls real hard
Would it break my hand?
Would the pain be enough?
To suffice the pain inside
To transfer all the negatives
In a fist that’s clenched up tight
Every muscle in my arm
Turn rigid as I throw the punch
The need to hear my bones break
As it meets the stone cold wall
Letting my blood flow freely
As it pools around me
Like a fool, I shed no tears
For still it wasn't enough
So I punched and punched
Until all I see was red
My eyes turn blurry
As my tears start to fall
My arm begins to weaken
And I see my damaged hands
Still clenched up so tight
I broke these special hands of mine
But still it wasn't enough