I walk down the street
I see it
I'm floating above myself
My eyes are not mine.
Nights are terrible
I've gained my eyes back. At what cost though.
All I see is red
All they are is foggy
My legs are bruised red matching my knuckles, the perpetrator. The perpetrator that will go free
I can't control myself
I am not myself
Red
Red
Red
Will I make it to morning
I choke on tears, but still manage to scream silently
It's ok! Come morning this won't matter
It won't even be a faint memory
Nothing will trigger it-ok- nothing will make me show it.
Laugh
Laugh
Laugh
They don't believe it. It's fine
