Box Of Bruises

Adding to my box of bruises,
A million words upon one scar,
And you don't hate me, you just break me,
I love you, but I don't know who you are.

Cause it's only a box of bruises,
A million feathers for every single time,
Your hatred spreads to anger, you push me down once more,
A million broken bruises, shattered on the floor.

My eyes crawl back, inside my head,
I hate myself, I wish I was dead,
I can't stop this, I don't know what to do,
It's only a box of bruises, but my heart belongs to you.