The knife had cut all the way to her bone,
Trying so hard to reveal all that was never shown.
Cutting deeper and deeper she felt the easing pain,
Outside the weather was raging, thunder, lightning and rain.
The mouth had screamed endless cries,
Telling God's Angels, now is when she dies.
She shouted for help, tried to hard to pray,
Never knowing what to ask, never knowing what to say.
She had always locked her feelings in a cage,
She had never been on her own life's stage.
She had never dared to ask if this was her fault,
So she hid her reasons and emotions inside her personal vault.
They tell her she could just let it go, and make the pain stop,
Just let it go, and fight you way back to the top.
But she had never reached the top, she fell long before,
And now she hit the ground and can't take it anymore.
She prays for forgiveness for whatever she must have done wrong,
She cries in harmony, making some sort of song.
What did I do to deserve to see my own, blazing blood,
Why am I the only one in my world to be stepped into mud?
Where the hell did I go wrong, what did I do to you?
I can't believe you stabbed me in the back, you were never true.
She cries as the thunder rages and the rain falls,
She looks into her heart, and the four, dominant walls.
She will never let God be in that place again,
She will hold on to the pieces, all that she needs to explain.
No one understands what she never shows,
All that molds her personality, all no one knows.
The blood keeps pouring through her every vein,
And she curses the world for bringing her into a life of pain.
She can feel her senses disappearing, she is going blind,
She finally stops looking for her savior, she knows she'll never find.
