CHOKE
Emotions, hidden away, in a tiny capsule
Sinking slowly to the bottom of the bottle
There is no emotion, just a suicidal dream
Battle scars left from words that were never meant to be
Bruises floating on the surface of skin, for only you to see
Through pain and hatred, it becomes apparent
It was never mean to be this way
Knuckles sharing a brick like texture
Soaked in the blood of the innocent victims
Alone I twist my wrist, dripping blood from my heart
'I am the victim' I cry, As I slowly tear apart
End the pain, end the hate, end the skin cut misery
Choke my name, choke myself, lost for words
It will never be the same