Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Bad Haircut?

Blood flowing from the wound
I wipe the water from my eyes
the pain eats away ad consumes
after inhaling, I let out a sigh

Everyday I say I'm tired of these feelings
and everyday these feelings take hold
Constantly thinking life has no meaning
so everyday I want to let go

Tired eyes can't close at night
lying down I stare outside and wait
for the darkness to fade and disappear
bringing forth another day to hate

Wounds close up but never heal
scars inside, tattooed, remind me
relentless pain, all I ever feel
my torment defining my identity

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