Wounds were inflicted,
blood was drawn...
tears won't stop falling,
I lost...
you were mine,
but you gave yourself to him...
I lost ...
and the scars started bleeding,
again...
your voice,
so soft, yet so powerful,
kept haunting me in my dreams...
what was it you wanted?
I can't move,
yet my hands felt the knife...
I screamed as it glided across my wrist,
but the wound didn't bleed...
you took it,
and stabbed my restless heart...
I was drowning,
I saw you touching his lips,
and retrieving his pain...
I lost...
