I know what you do to yourself,
Darken your heart,
Bleed for the past.
Drown in only knee deep oceans of blood,
You kill your soul,
Increase the difficulty to breathe life.
I know how you want to break inside.
You engrave in your mind that you are nothing,
How do you know this.
How do you know this as your blood flows.
As you waste endless drops,
And for what?
For words you didnt even speak,
For the salt they left upon your wounds.