Gown of Bandages

Crumbling like every time before
Crimson puddles stain the floor
I don't want to hurt anymore

All emotions mix and slur
Vision clearing into a blur
Things aren't like they once were

Tears screaming down my cheak
An open mouth can no longer speak
A strong heart now beats weak

I can't take the pressure now
End the play and take a bow
I can end this all somehow

Echoes of the things you said
Whipping around inside my head
Crying to sleep in a tainted bed

Everytime before things start
In pieces I shred my heart
And make myself fall apart

A pleasure I deny to you
Of all the things that you could do
To break me in more than two

Only I can hurt myself
With a rusty razor off the shelf
My heart is broken by no one else

I make myself crumble down
That's my art on the ground
Staining my perfect bandage gown

Break my wings already small
Curl up into a fetal ball
I'm not ready to lose it all

But I can't catch my fatal fall