Birds flying under sunlit blue skies
Crowded metro stations at night
A walk in the avenue
Chasing the butterflies
Sharing a kiss that tastes like vanilla
The smoke of your cigarette smells sweet
Fake fur coat over a mini skirt
We're Lolita replicas dressed up as Priscilla
The tears we cry in hotel rooms
Shine like diamonds in a faked card deck
The knife on my skin writes a bloody trademark
On my arm, your name and 'I love You'
The sky crackles and I feel the most alone.
Just like that day in the woods.
My special place was off the trail, but he couldn't have known me,
I was so young and such an idiot,
Not everyone is genuine but I was so trusting,
I can still smell the sickening mixture of unfallen rain,his unwashed body, the mud around the creek and salt from my tears.
With every sonic wave from the sky my stomach churns tasting the blood in my mouth from his fist against my tear stained cheeks.
With atmospheric collision I can still feel his callous hands bruising my unwilling body, and scraping against the most tender and private parts of me.
Then the lightning flashes that showed me the rock that somehow ended up in my desperate palms and crashing against his temple
The wind howls and the rain finally starts to fall then, near my belly button burns just like it did when the blade he swung wildly cut me before I could run.
Asthmatic lungs begging to stop running,but I can hear him behind me
Heart beat filling my ears, mind begging me to keep going, his threats pushing me further
Rain falling,body burning, running, I burst through my front door
And then I start to cry.
I was happy once
So happy to be alive
So happy to be me
Now my heart's broken
I'm on the floor
Too scared to push the knife deeper into my skin
When did it all go wrong?
When the people you trusted
The ones supposed to be the most important ones in your life
Are the reason for your devastation
Is it your fault?
Sometimes in life,
we're starved of time,
a bloody knife,
without a crime.
When quietly we sit and stare,
with nothing in the world to do,
sometimes we just forget to care,
and cut our lives right into two.
Now time has passed too fast for me,
if only more I could obtain,
but there's no place I'd rather be,
than at the start, again.
Every little reminder
How other people can just forget
But not me
It's all clear now
Clear and sparkly like a knife
Cutting right through to my soul
Exposing my every weakness
Make it stop
Take it out
Now it's bleeding
My weaknesses scattered on the floor
I pick them up
Attempt to put them back
But it hurts
I still am
But I failed
People are picking them up now
Throwing them at me
They're like their own set of knives
I have to make it stop