BloodyBloody was my hand after I smashed it into your face. Crooked was my smile when I saw you hit the floor. The happiness of finally defeating you even if it sprouted from this chaos still courses through my veins. I start to laugh histerically the faces they all blur. I know what they think. They thought I finally snapped. But thats not true for now I'm free and the torture that I put myself through it won't come from wanting you. No more no no no more. Bloody was your face as bloody as my broken heart. I take a needle and sew my way back to a better heart. This one won't make me feel these things It won't start all over again.Why? Because nowBloody
Just keeps wishingWishful you thought I am but never heard a prayer cross these lips you could say. You're always thinking I was okay that no one ever said a harmful word toward my way but didn't you notice the evil glares the outright stares the unprecedented thoughts I could almost hear. They ring in my head your whispers my tears. But now everyone notices that I no longer am scared. They thought it was funny my outburst that day. The day I told you how the torturous pain was eating away my soul. Then they turned me against you and you against me. But thats alright. Gosh thought I'd never say. But everything is right and calm in my world. I don't need this jJust keeps wishing
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love is not just a game to be won or lost, its something that should be embraced
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