Why?
I asked myself, to which it's become a daily routine. For what reason do I have to endure this pain and agony that drives my sanity on a brink.
A question of morality that fights in me between right and wrong is so painful to bear as I turn to a new source of pain that will take this feeling away.
Sure it might not be the best but it helps to cope. Smoking. People never really pegged me for a smoker. And when asked why, theres too many to list.
I'd tire my muscles for you, I'd break my bones for you, I'd scream for you. But it was never really enough for you wasn't it?
You once told me to bleed for you, I refused, but now that you're gone I realised.
You want me to bleed, I will, but don't be mistaken as it's not FOR you, I will bleed to you.
