Something More
There’s blood; but not enough.
There’s pain; a little too much for my liking.
It’s emotional, not physical; I could tell you which hurts more.
It’s tiny, just a scratch; a mere pinprick if you will.
‘This is nothing’, I say to myself, ‘nothing out of the ordinary’.
It doesn’t hurt like it used to; these tears, they’re just not enough.
Your actions, your words, they cut deeper than any blade that has ever grazed my skin.
That look in your eye… that hurts; it’s like you want me to believe you’re sorry, but you know you’re not.
I need something more; something to take the pain away.
There’s pain; a little too much for my liking.
It’s emotional, not physical; I could tell you which hurts more.
It’s tiny, just a scratch; a mere pinprick if you will.
‘This is nothing’, I say to myself, ‘nothing out of the ordinary’.
It doesn’t hurt like it used to; these tears, they’re just not enough.
Your actions, your words, they cut deeper than any blade that has ever grazed my skin.
That look in your eye… that hurts; it’s like you want me to believe you’re sorry, but you know you’re not.
I need something more; something to take the pain away.