Knife.
Or...
An' now I'm floatin' right above my coffin as it...
I see Sigh as she's cryin on my moma's shoulder...
I carve your name out
In my blood on the floor...
I was 15 years old when I lived
In tragic significance...
I taste the blood,
I smell the fear...
I sit there
and watch...
Take me home, don't leave me here,
i am scared, i burn in fear...
Mommy and daddy are fighting again. Daddy pushed...
Everything fell, Mommy cried and I ran upstairs...
All the tears you created inside of me
Won't dare touch my cheeks...
Silently I cry.
You choose to turn away...
If only you knew how many tears i shed for you...
i slowly die...
Just another story
For the storybooks...