Too many tears
too many cuts...

Love;
A media made label...

Feel the air
Lingering on my Skin...

As i sit
Alone and broken...

My scratches
stand out...

When your Face
Pops up in my head...

People say it's inappropriate
They say it's just not right...

As my eyes Close
The reverse Reality Grows...

Fear builds
inside of me...

Your in my heart
A permanent place...

How can I say this Perfectly
So I Get Every Line Right...

Hate comes
From all around...