Not Done
And through all the blood
And the self beating.
My constant bleeding
The never-ending shrieking.
And I've tried, I've tried to make you hear me, through.
On your inside, you've got you plans lined up like webs.
And I know, I know the thoughts I've thought I'll rue.
You're webs of self destruction
They have me scraping at my skin
Just to keep my obstruction
At bay.
And I know.
I know now you aren't who you were.
You wore a mask, and hid.
And the self beating.
My constant bleeding
The never-ending shrieking.
And I've tried, I've tried to make you hear me, through.
On your inside, you've got you plans lined up like webs.
And I know, I know the thoughts I've thought I'll rue.
You're webs of self destruction
They have me scraping at my skin
Just to keep my obstruction
At bay.
And I know.
I know now you aren't who you were.
You wore a mask, and hid.