looking through the fragile window,
memories flow through my mind,
bringing all the dead ones to life,
reminding me the haunting reason why
I hurt and bleed inside.
bruises and scars linger,
time slowly slips through my fingers
screams echoed into the night,
the way you used to look at me was
just not right,
and we would always fight,
until tears sprang from my eyes,
until angel tears fell from the midnight sky.
life felt like walking on broken glass,
even with you gone, the pain still won't
pass.
you would always leave me on the floor,
bleeding and crying by the door,
then you come back for more.
your marks remain on my skin
a permanent reminder how you finally win,
fading into the background,,
I turn around,
and there you stand without making a sound,
I blink, and you're no more,
but, here I am again with blood on the floor..
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