Why is it over?
Lost in limbo again left with nothing to grab
Do I feel too much, too little to your liking
Does my heart not bleed red enough for you?
Words I spilled, tender movements I made
What would it take, with my soul in your hands
To know it was safe to close my eyes
Know you'll be here when I wake
And find the pain coming to an end
Telling myself I took the steps to make it
Pushing past the comfortable faded veils
I feel around, blindness I don't understand
I'm straining to see what truly lies beneath
Find the marks I thought we made together
Where is your hand in this writing?
The etchings are all mine, the sweat from my brow
Hints and warning signs were all there
Why did I not notice I was bleeding all alone?
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