Bleeding Soul

Hiding my fears, that
lie in my tears. Wiping
away all that hear.
Scratching at the tares
thats left of my
cares.

Watching your life
slip right between
your fingers. Grasping
onto the last strand
of sanity.

Before you slip
up and let it
all fall and trap
your soul behind
all your fake
lies.

Let it out on a
piece of paper and
let your secrets fly
free. A letter is
written with blood
imprinted on the
names that are
left.

Failure is a option
of a surviving suicide,
but not at ones
heart. Within the eyes
of the ones who
care is a path that
they never found.

Saving my soul was
the one who cared.
Saving my life was
the one who was
there.