My heart is glass painted red
falling apart inside my head
the tears on my arm is just the paint
from my glass heart that would always break,
the screaming voices inside my head
haunt me as i toss and turn inside my bed
whispering secrets that call my name
my dreams will never be the same
i hate my eyes and there forsaken lies
i hate these eyes and the tears they cry
there lifeless and dull used and broken
they saw things that burned scared soaked them
i hate my eyes that glimmer and shine for god sakes why wont they bleed and die!
