She walks
She talks
She lifts her head
She's a snob

Some things you just can't change
Some things are just not worth explaining

Go ahead
Assume

Do it.

Go ahead!

Do it!

It's all bottled within me now.
All the hurts, all the insults, all the sarcasms.
Yea. It feels great.

After you take it all out on me.
I feel great. I do.

You hear me?
I feel fantastic!

You don't
You don't hear me
Your head is too full or your thoughts
Your brain too clouded by your own perceptions

Yea right.
Save it.

Don't.
Stop.

Don't do it.

Don't try to erase your guilt by treating me nice in the morning.
It will not wipe away the tears I've cried the night before.
It will not heal the hole in my heart caused by the words you said.
It will not cleanse my sin
my sin against you.

I close my eyes in the darkness.
It gets darker.
I play the songs sung by the man I love.
It gets louder.
I lay my head on my pillow
It gets softer.
I put my hands beside me
It gets weaker.
I muster enough strength to put it to my heart.
The blood trickles.
Down my fingers.
It stains my hands.
It drips on my bed.
One drop at a time.
It's bleeding.

Can you see it?