blood runs down my finger tips
its a riminder of all that i let slip
it pours out my body
like words written beneath……
they are hear just read it, this is me, you can beleive it
raw and exposed, alone and let go
i am strong, but they are stronger
i try to hide, but im held under,
by the oppression i seek, by the oppression i need
blood runs down my finger tips,
a reminder of all things i let slip
but i let go, for the story to un fold
im okay i really am, i fake it as best i can
but its not the same as all i want to do…
because…..im alive, im […]