• || Stitches & Scars ||

    I'm leaning against the wall of this old place
    Slicing through ghostly white skin with this silver blade
    Wishing life away
    Never to love again
    But nobody can truly understand
    They say they can "relate" to me
    But there's always a distinction between the their problem and mine
    I gain the sympathy but also the dirty looks
    And the misunderstanding of others
    But how can I go on
    When the memories are still very much alive and vivid in my mind
    You told me, you swore you loved me
    But if you did, you wouldn't have torn me down to what I used to be
    Before you met me
    With all these stitches and scars,
    Each one holding a different story of misery,
    I can never truly be happy.
    I lost you
    I look next to me where a pistol lies menacingly,
    Egging me to grab it
    How can I deny the temptation
    If I have nothing to live for anymore
    I grab the rusted gun, dropping the tinted red blade
    And place it to the side of my head
    Goodbye
    Goodbye
    Goodbye
    My finger pulls back on the trigger
    A bullet escapes from the barrel, piercing through my skull
    Crimson blood sheds, and I'm back where I started before I met you:
    Covered in stitches and scars and blood
    Wishing for a death that would never come.
    But this time, it's finally come.
    No more grieving over you.