the(se) moments of remembering (everything we
were then and what we are now) have left me bruised,
broken and bleeding when i want nothing more than for
this to stop and it just seems that if these scars keep
appearing that even time won't let them fade or take
away the pain that i've felt for the past year and more.
i did all that i could think of to (try to) let you know that
i was hurting (inside and out) but i failed to show you. as
if bleeding on the outside wasn't enough, i'm bleeding on
the inside and i'm tired of trying to get you to understand
so let me bleed until i'm empty and dry (then i can die).