Holding a pen
Poised at the ready
Losing track of words
Keeping myself steady
Trying to find
The words that I need
Trying to speak from the heart
But the heart does bleed
Losing control
And lashing out in frustration
Hurting myself badly
To my own standing ovation
Falling asleep
Mesmerized in thought
Thoughts about you
They leave me distraught
I see you so happy
Holding her with glee
Im nothing to you
How cant you see?
Youre name is engraved
Scared to my arm
A pretty picture I painted
Made by self harm
I carry around roses
I put them in your locker
You throw them away
And think Im a stalker
But roses are red
And blood is too
I do all I do
Trying to say
I love you
