Ripping and tearing my heart is numb.
I couldn't feel anything as you stabbed me through the back.
The truth comes from whats hidden underneath, all to yet be understood.I
just want out,I just want out..out.

Sunken in, my eyes serve no purpose,but to wield my dying status.
Dead to emotion is what I've become.
I know of nothing else.
Punch,hit,stab me, just let me think...to stare at a fire forged end.
Leave my life in the frigid hands,squeezing tightly around your neck.

No wait that was me, I bestoed pain on myself, filled every vein and muscle
with tragic loss.
My body filled too much,no longer can I breath.
Suffocated and strangled I grasp at the only thing I have left...my pain...
For dead to emotion is what I've become.
As memories rush back I slip farther away.
With this one cut I broke free from the embrace.

Sorry I never said goodbye.
 
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