This blood-stained bandage

This blood-stained bandage

So, here I am, in this room again
Pulling out this blade, to cut away the pain

Tomorrow I’ll wake to realize what I’ve done
I’ll have to see you again, but the pain won’t be gone

I’ll have to tell people, why there’s blood on my shirt,
Why there’s a broken razer in my bag, and a blade in the dirt

Why I cry in class, why there are tears on may face
Why my work is stained, and I feel out of place.

I’ll tell them all that I’m like this because of you
And how u really don’t care at all what you do

Everyone will see how, this pain can destroy
You have caused all this pain you seem to enjoy

And when you’re gone, and out of sight
The pain remains, because of that fight

But you don’t care and you never will,
You really don’t care if it’s me that you kill

And as this blood-stained bandage falls to the floor
So will my blood, as its starts to pour

My blood, it falls down, it pours like rain.
I know I will die, but I wanna breathe again.

No just a trick, just a thought in my mind
I’m not really dead; with hate I’m just blind

You “don’t understand”, what you did wrong
Yea well I’m sorry, that I seemed so strong

I know I wasn’t strong, when I pulled up my sleeve
When I pulled out my blade, and made myself believe

I’ll show you the scars, if you come and ask why.
In front of everyone, they’ll see my cry

One day I’m gonna make Everone see
What you did and what’s wrong with me

But when that day comes, I’ll make sure your dead,
And this blood-stained bandage, covered in the blood I bled.