Bottled

Drip, drip, drip
Little droplets of blood fall from my arm
The arm where a silver blade cut through my fragile skin
In a place where people don’t know where I am and where i’ve been

Inside of me something is waiting to rush out
All of them feelings imprisoned in my soul 
One day, maybe just one day they will escape
Until then, four walls surround me, no contact with the outside

All these images bottled up inside
Playing around and destroying my fragile mind
Sleepless nights and exhausting hours
My strength gone and left with no power

I tried to stand strong, stand up for what I believe in
But when I tried I got torn down into pieces
Hate and hurt is all I see now
Pushed away and made feel like a nobody

It hurts, it bloody hurts inside of me
They won’t stop, they just keep pushing my limits
I try to stand but I easily fall down
No one to lend me a hand, no one to lift me from the ground

All I can do now is let the blood drip down
All that I can do is let the tears fall out
All I can hope for is things to turn out for the better
For now its bottled, everything hidden away like in a secret letter

Reviews

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wow, so amazing ~ so deeply emotional