Every night i sit up late thinking how did it all go wrong?

I'm going to run and i want to find out the truth and soon will open up my mind.

Every tear i cry tells a story of my life...

Its a bit to late for your sorry's.

I only have one thing to live for...To die.

Left broken and empty.

Bringing the past back to life
I cry.
With your threatening words
I bleed.
As I stare down at your bleeding corps
I laugh.

For the months of haunting
Learning to breathe
Standing face to face
Grabbing my wrists as I cry
You push and shove till blood pours
I can’t deny what you’ve done
But can I still pretend that it never happened?

I'll see you in hell.......

My minds in my heart
My head in my hands
Sometimes I wonder if life is worth while
As nothing is what it seems