You hide the fact that you’re in pain.
Your blood and tears make me insane.
I wanna help you; cure your disease.
But you refuse my offer; you don’t wanna be free.
You’re only happy when you’re trapped;
Satisfied when your heart has a gap.
Why do you enjoy such violent abuse?
How can you stand to be misused?
I don’t want this inflicted on someone I love.
I see through those eyes,
I know what you’re thinking of.

Memories of torture
Slits on your wrists

I never knew this side of you could ever exist.
Now can I be your aid, your drug?
Can I be your kiss, your hug?
You say,

No

But I see through those eyes.
I hear you screaming,

Help me!

I see you bleed your cries.
I can heal your pain,
I can heal your wounds.
Please cry no more,
You’ll revive
Soon.

*Dedicated to the one who lived; been through hell; and seen heaven.
R.I.P.*

 
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