I'm sorry,
Everything now seems like pain,
It hurts me so bad, my heart is aching,
I just wanted to feel like I mattered,
like you cared,
I know you do,
I wish I could think of you and not want to die.
Things are just not as easy anymore.
I thought people got stronger if we bleed,
if it didn't kill us, we were made bigger.
But they are wrong,
I feel weaker as each minute ticks by.
I could cry,
but I cried too much last night.
Tell me its OK,
but mean it baby...
I know I poured my heart out to you,
I hope you keep my secret well,
and no the pain that I felt,
hurt so much that I bled...
Your motives seem to pass through me,
as if I was being murdered,
and your tongue is a venomous spider,
ready to pounce and suck my blood out.
I swear I should of already pulled the trigger by now,
but instead I'll grab that sword
and drive into my pain...
killing it, destroying it.
along with my heart.