tears control me .. blood relieves me .. happiness has never met me ... anger consumes me and all i fight for .. the tears ive cried no matter how hard i try the blood always has to drip.. closed fists.. bruised knuckles sliced wrists... being okay just never seems to fit.. bcuz i wasnt god's gift .. i was put here to suffer... my feelings to be muffled.. never noticed but always heard like a whisper in the darkness knowledge of my pain but not enough to stop it. he sees right through me he knows im already transforming .. soon enough itll be over " her pulse is dropping" all i hear is sirens .. a hand around my throat... & it all fades to darkness ........
