Bloodstains

I look around and see bloodstains surrounding me,
these splatters they shatter my heart.
I think she finally fell apart.

//Bloodstains on the wall,
on the ground slip and fall,
bloodstains on the ceiling,
her wounds just weren’t healing//

She couldn’t behave herself,
or the razorblade she hid on the shelf.
She put on a mask and lied to a friend,
she promised she’d never do it again
But her,

//Bloodstains on the wall,
on the ground slip and fall,
bloodstains on the ceiling,
her wounds just weren’t healing//

She held the blade in her hand,
across the wrist just like she planned.
As the blood started squirting,
she didn’t know who she was hurting.
And her,

//Bloodstains on the wall,
on the ground slip and fall,
bloodstains on the ceiling,
her wounds just weren’t healing//

She ended her pain that day,
we didn’t think it would end that way.
Now we’ll clean up the mess that we found,
and we’ll lay her into the ground.
But all the,

//Bloodstains on the wall,
on the ground slip and fall,
bloodstains on the ceiling,
her wounds just weren’t healing//

Now we remember the day,
and all the things we didn’t say.
We were there and watched it all,
we shouldn’t have let her fall.

//Bloodstains we hope we never tell,
on the ground where she slipped and fell.
Her bloodstains on the ceiling,
but her wounds were never healing//




(Edited to correct capitalization, and punctuation.)