All the things he said

The blood slowly begins to soak your sleeve
You're curled in a ball, afraid to move
Your heart beats slower as you sit there alone
Petrified he'll find something to make you prove

A tear drop falls from the tip of your nose
Mixing with the blood on your wrist
You can't remember the words he last spoke
Let alone, the last time that you kissed

Your arm begins to burn like a fire
As you pour the crystals of salt on top
He called you a whore, a bitch, a liar
You hurt so much but don't want it to stop

This is the pain that you'll never know
My heart still sometimes bleeds and cries
From those things that you said so long ago
More than anything you make me want to die