Crimson blood stains
Tonight i went to battle of the classes and freshman of course came in last and then i went to gunnners and we partied. thats my night but i aint too happy n shit and i am writin this bcuz i have to?
I sit alone, the room a circle haze of confusion as i look at the people around me. im tired, and i day dream of her. my fingernails turn silver and they bleed crimson blood as i sit nervously as no one realizes that it happens. not even her. it drips down my fingers and onto my shirt, i try to rub it off but it stains. i glance and the reaction is that of none and i think to myself a walking shadow, noticed when wanted to be. be noticed, be noticed, do something out of the ordinary. a restless mind, a beatingless heart, make sense, not really. the night is embellished with photographs of it held in the hand of all light that shines to me. it is sad i think considering in the light is a heart that belongs to someone else, property of someone else, it is taken. the light is off, the night is done, and i watch my crimson fingers type a paragraph that makes no sense. that is my night. that is my life, that is my love, heart, soul, grief, sorrow, and sadness. that is the stain nothing can take out.
It makes no sense, i kno but w.e aha
I sit alone, the room a circle haze of confusion as i look at the people around me. im tired, and i day dream of her. my fingernails turn silver and they bleed crimson blood as i sit nervously as no one realizes that it happens. not even her. it drips down my fingers and onto my shirt, i try to rub it off but it stains. i glance and the reaction is that of none and i think to myself a walking shadow, noticed when wanted to be. be noticed, be noticed, do something out of the ordinary. a restless mind, a beatingless heart, make sense, not really. the night is embellished with photographs of it held in the hand of all light that shines to me. it is sad i think considering in the light is a heart that belongs to someone else, property of someone else, it is taken. the light is off, the night is done, and i watch my crimson fingers type a paragraph that makes no sense. that is my night. that is my life, that is my love, heart, soul, grief, sorrow, and sadness. that is the stain nothing can take out.
It makes no sense, i kno but w.e aha