Crying doesn’t heal the pain
Crimson tears roll off my skin
I can’t help the betrayal I feel
I can’t stop thinking of him
He blends into the crowd
Not the first to break my will
They weaken my desire to go on
Give me strength to kill
I contemplate the reason in living
Feel I can’t take it anymore
What’s the point in living
When all you are is a whore
I can’t face reality
Drown it with drugs and alcohol
I think about overdosing
While waiting for his call
But he won’t call, he doesn’t care
He is no different from the rest
So easily it could be forgotten
With a dagger in my chest
So bleed I shall
Dreams filled with escape
For the life that I live
I feel nothing but hate
I welcome the bitter cold
Relief comes in disguise
It’s easy to see my grief
Even without tears in my eyes
 
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