The blood on my hands

Why cant you see,
the pain thats overiding me,
the blood on my hands,
why cant you fcuking understand.

and im left with nothing else to say,
on my own left to find my way,
the blood drips in trails where i walk,
because of you, its all you fcuking fault,
is it the end of the beginning?
or the beginning of the end?
you were suppose to help me,
you were my only friend,
my salvation- but thats long gone now.

why cant you see,
the pain thats overiding me,
the blood thats on my hands,
you just dont fcuking understand.

i walk alone in the rain,
slowly im sure i'll go insane,
picking up the pieces on my heart,
that you so carelessly tore apart,
drowning in a sea of tears,
i keep on running from my fears,
the memories of us now shattered and broken,
replaying in my mind our last words spoken,
as i contemplate my own demise.

why cant you see,
the pain thats overinding me.
the blood covering my hands.
i guess you'll never understand.