Double fuck nuts!
Poetry.
Cut Out My Eyes [I Don't Know]
I don't know if I'm coming down this time, babe.
I don't know if this wound heals,
I don't know if these scars fade.
I don't know how to tell you this,
I don't know if I can keep living this way.
(Cut out my eyes, so I can't see our past exists.)
I don't know how to remember to breathe.
I don't know why I can't seem to think straight.
I don't know when things became so bleak.
I don't know why I can't stop my shaking.
I don't know exactly what you do to me.
(Cut out my eyes, so I don't see the smiles you're faking.)
I don't know this time, how things will end.
I don't know how we made it as far as we did.
I don't know why you turned away from me for him,
I don't know how things are different from then.
I don't know why we try to bury all our sins.
(Cut out my eyes, so I can't see those horrid things again.)
The faces of the past are still haunting me.
Your breathing is just begging to break my heart.
The sound of those voices are everso taunting.
You tried to write past and ripped the paper apart.
You lied, you told me love me, need, want me.
(Cut out my eyes, your face is starting to scare me, sweetheart.)
Second-Best
I know there's so many better than me, in your eyes.
That's really quite easy for me to see, despite the lies.
Your words hide a ring of truth, but a ring is just an outline.
In your actions lies the proof, that you've never been just mine.
(Why am I always second-best?)
So willing to bleed that I've wedged a razorblade between each rib.
So desperate to please that I've given everything that I can possibly give.
Have I become too scarred to heal? I couldn't let myself believe this is real...
We broke the vows in blood we sealed, I'm too scared to even feel...
(How do I end up following the rest?)
I'll sit and pick and rip the scabs, just to pry open the wounds.
When I sat nights, alone and cried, I saw your face in the bloodiest of moons.
I traced my hands over this flesh that you've turned into scars.
When I hung my head, cold and dead, remembering when we used to wish on stars...
(How can I be expected to breathe the same air?)
My heart has become only an empty casket, a hollowed shell.
Just remember the days we swore we'd walk each other out of hell.
The end.
hearts&huggles
Cut Out My Eyes [I Don't Know]
I don't know if I'm coming down this time, babe.
I don't know if this wound heals,
I don't know if these scars fade.
I don't know how to tell you this,
I don't know if I can keep living this way.
(Cut out my eyes, so I can't see our past exists.)
I don't know how to remember to breathe.
I don't know why I can't seem to think straight.
I don't know when things became so bleak.
I don't know why I can't stop my shaking.
I don't know exactly what you do to me.
(Cut out my eyes, so I don't see the smiles you're faking.)
I don't know this time, how things will end.
I don't know how we made it as far as we did.
I don't know why you turned away from me for him,
I don't know how things are different from then.
I don't know why we try to bury all our sins.
(Cut out my eyes, so I can't see those horrid things again.)
The faces of the past are still haunting me.
Your breathing is just begging to break my heart.
The sound of those voices are everso taunting.
You tried to write past and ripped the paper apart.
You lied, you told me love me, need, want me.
(Cut out my eyes, your face is starting to scare me, sweetheart.)
Second-Best
I know there's so many better than me, in your eyes.
That's really quite easy for me to see, despite the lies.
Your words hide a ring of truth, but a ring is just an outline.
In your actions lies the proof, that you've never been just mine.
(Why am I always second-best?)
So willing to bleed that I've wedged a razorblade between each rib.
So desperate to please that I've given everything that I can possibly give.
Have I become too scarred to heal? I couldn't let myself believe this is real...
We broke the vows in blood we sealed, I'm too scared to even feel...
(How do I end up following the rest?)
I'll sit and pick and rip the scabs, just to pry open the wounds.
When I sat nights, alone and cried, I saw your face in the bloodiest of moons.
I traced my hands over this flesh that you've turned into scars.
When I hung my head, cold and dead, remembering when we used to wish on stars...
(How can I be expected to breathe the same air?)
My heart has become only an empty casket, a hollowed shell.
Just remember the days we swore we'd walk each other out of hell.
The end.
hearts&huggles