sparks are little screams

WRITINGS ON THE WALL

I've been clawing at my scalp trying to get the right words out,
Blood's dripping from the wounds I left there and there's flesh in my nails.
I've been breaking every law I made on how I should act,
Destroyed my idea of humanity trying to fit myself in your frame,
But the shattered glass I'm gripping won't let me bleed out on paper,
I only have bits and pieces if what I want to say in stains on the wall.