i sit and watch the blood drip down
all the reminders of the past
the past is the past
but what will the future bring?
más pain to come
life's full of pain
no way to hide from it
no escaping it
but what good will this do?
just watching the blood
tu feel like
nobody understands tu anymore
your trying to find yourself
in this world of confusion
the pain the world brings
has no end
tu look at your wrists one last time
tu think of the pain you've felt
tu wipe the blood away
and tell yourself, no more
tu stop the bleeding
stop it for good
tu think to yourself
'what good did this do?'
*this is just a poem i wrote while i was bored and i know its not good but...oh well(: *
all the reminders of the past
the past is the past
but what will the future bring?
más pain to come
life's full of pain
no way to hide from it
no escaping it
but what good will this do?
just watching the blood
tu feel like
nobody understands tu anymore
your trying to find yourself
in this world of confusion
the pain the world brings
has no end
tu look at your wrists one last time
tu think of the pain you've felt
tu wipe the blood away
and tell yourself, no more
tu stop the bleeding
stop it for good
tu think to yourself
'what good did this do?'
*this is just a poem i wrote while i was bored and i know its not good but...oh well(: *
