how did you feel when the tears poured out of the empty, gaping sockets on your face
staining your clothes and your bedsheets and every relationship you've ever held dear
permanently coloring them an angry, ****** red
it doesn't wash away no matter how long you scrub and soak
but still my raw fingers claw at the fabric in vain, my mother will surely hate me when she sees how i've destroyed everything nice she's given me
i'll still continue to fall to my bruised knees and beg you to stay like i begged everyone else
i'll still continue to make unfixable messes of my life
i'll still continue to live when today i tried so hard not to,
i don't want you to miss someone who just hurts good people