Another to the heart And I can't seem to stop No matter how hard I try It keeps coming back Pulling me under Tearing me down
With the sharp end And shaky hands My wrists no longer flesh Just the color of red painted over scars
I've wasted another day Crying alone Sitting here in shame So tired of it all So completely done with trying to fight I'll just keep loosing this never-ending endless war
With the sharp end And shaky hands My wrists no longer flesh Just the color of red painted over scars
And if I could fix myself Somehow I know I would For all is said and done Nothing could feel worse Than what it is I feel so bad But a pain for pain is all I ever get
With the sharp end And shaky hands My wrists no longer flesh Just the color of red painted over scars
Just the color of red In this dark I cannot escape Just the color of red Dripping from this cold bitter hell Just the color of red Love filled, blood thick Oh God, help me before I run dry
I worte this for a story I was writing at the time. This was about 8 years ago or so. Itβs about someone dealing with the loss of a loved one and not being able to take the pain. Spoiler alert: the story ended on a happy note. Though the loss the characters dealt with was still extremely sad.