There is a feeling I know a lot of,
A feeling I cant even explain.
Am I really the reflection in the mirror,
Or am I just what they see me to be.
Am I who I think I am,
Or am I the way they judge me.
Your screaming at me,
For the truth to spill out of my heart.
I cant tell you who I am,
When I dont even know myself.
Drops of blood and confusion,
Only spill out of my heart.
What is this feeling in me?
Why do I feel so empty?
What am I missing?
The blood I lost?
The past I left behind?
Myself?
What cant I put my feelings into words?
They are only explained in small fragmented pieces.