I see the bullet
I see the blood
I see the body
hit the ground with a thud.
Don't judge my path if you haven't walked my journey.
So many things to escape from. Nowhere to escape to.
You're standing there
gun in hand
you're staring at me
all prepared
you aim it at me
im stuck there
you pull the trigger
i drop dead.
Don't get attached to moments, good or bad, they all pass.
Some people like the way it feels, some people want to kill their sorrows.
Roses are black
violets are crying
I'm in a hospital
they say
I'm dying.
Head and heart
full of despair
what did i do
to get myself here
i look in the mirror
don't recognise myself
'Daddy's little girl'
turned into a mess.
Each of the lines that i etch on my skin, speaks of the pain that I harbour within.
