Tommorrow will be different

Tommorrow will be different

thats what they always say

but they must be deluded

it never is that way.



It will be full of foolish fighting

and tears of misery

and the knowledge of seeing

the one thats hurt is me.



Cause om the one whos bleeding

and my blood on his hands

and im the one whos pleading

while he makes the demands.



Tommorrow will be different

thats what they always say

I think that they are full of shit

doesnt matter anyway.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

metaphorical blood people

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cause I'M the ones who's bleeding
IT'S my bllod on his hands

sorry

and i love this poem and you tho the first stanza kinda sucks when you read the rest


Much Love

Ashley