Thread as dark as the night
Needle as sharp as a blade
These scars hold secrets so deep
Like a waterfall pulling you down
Trying to get free, suffocating
The girl in the mirror she laughs
I try to tell her it's alright
But my voice can't be heard
And in a silent movie, I'm a character
Sweet blood drips in a Rhymatic sway
As I draw pretties on my wrist
And this faintly beating heart
Grown cold and battered
Broken into peices that's still gone
"mend.. mend"
In and out
Criss-cross, underneath
"mended" she said
And it was... for now.
These scars won't heal
They scream and haunt
"screw up" they remind
How long does it take to heal?
As long as I decide to breath
And forever it takes... |
Submission Name: Secret
