WHEN YOU LOSE A LOT OF BLOOD YOU FIND SOMETHING TOO
AND MAYBE FILING THROUGH MY TORN UP SKIN EVERY NIGHT FOR A MONTH TAUGHT ME SOMETHING
NO MATTER HOW LONG I STUDY THE CURVATURES OF MY TEARS I WILL NOT FIND THE WORDS YOU WROTE SCRIPTED ON THEM
I WANT TO BELIEVE YOU ARE A PART OF ME AND WE ARE ONE BUT HOW CAN WE BE ONE IF YOU ARE 6 FEET UNDERGROUND AND TRYING TO DRAG ME DOWN WITH YOU
I AM AWARE THAT MORE BRUISES SCATTER MY BODY THAN THE STARS THAT FILL THE SKY
AND I AM AWARE THAT YOU CAUSED THEM
BUT SOMEDAY I WILL COME TO THE BITTER REALIZATION THAT THESE BRUISES DO NOT SIGNIFY ANYTHING MORE THAN SELF-ABUSE AND PITY
AND ONCE I COME TO THIS REALIZATION I WILL BREAK OUT OF THE GRIP YOU HAVE CAST AROUND MY NECK
I WILL BE HAPPY
AND I WILL FINALLY FEEL ALIVE