The very first poem I ever wrote. |
Why All you can think to ask yourself now is Why Why he lied And what she did... What's going on? What is this? The rush of the glass Falling to the floor The answer's right in front of you But you stand by what you swore You scream out for help Knowing no one may come You've been left to die there All on your own Keep holding on Tearstains Marking the floor Flowing from your eyes The blades on the table Cutting edge proof It's the memories And all their pain All the adrenaline It's all the same All it is is a game The sound of the glass Shattering on the floor The mindblowing smash A sight you can't ignore But the threat still lingers The glass is gone forever It's gone Forever The answer you have found Is dragging you across the floor But memories will fade So let go of what you swore You stop screaming out for help When you know that no one will come You've been left to die there All on your own Keep holding on The truth that you have found Finally lets you go Take your secret to your grave So no one will ever know But something else is still out there Keep holding on Don't let go |