Blood on Your Hands

Look at what I've become:

I can't even look you in the eyes

Without feeling so small

Nor can I turn my back

Without feeling that cold dead stare

Mocking me, hating me

Love should be easy and kind, right?

So why am I forced to love such

A tortured soul, distorted heart

As you?

You spurn my hopes and dreams

You curse the oh so dim ray of hope in my heart

Getting away, my dear, is not gonna be easy...

But for a taste of that sweet freedom, that other side

It's worth laying here, feeling my body

Start to dissolve into a blurry numbness....

It's worth the life I used to live

The heart I used to love

The soul I used to feel...

It's worth ME...

Remember that...

With the blood on your hands.

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