I should stop it,
I think vaguely as I watch the blood hit the floor,
crimson tears, liquid fire,
so sweet cascading from an empty heart.
Tired of feeling,
of caring, why do I bother?
Every day I put myself through this torture,
wandering the solitude of my mind,
desolate, lost,
I can’t seem to find the road out.
So many fights,
apologies and promises,
why do I let myself hurt?
I thought we could be more,
but you slam the door,
telling me not to care,
don’t you think I wish I could?
I can’t stop myself from caring,
from hurting, from loving.
I should try to fix this,
try to work it out,
but I don’t want to try anymore,
when you push me away each time I do.
My faith has dwindled,
that spark has burned out.
I want to believe we can make things right,
but I just want to walk away,
let it burn, let the feelings fade,
just let it bleed.