All Cut Up

Past memories that have effect on you still, bringing back bad feelings =/

Tissue covered in tears and blood,

Kind of like my life; all cut up.

But I don’t know what I’m trying to hide,

Half my past?

Half my life?

Stealing this feeling to make me feel pure,

This kind of love is something I adore.

But is it this that breaks me down?

Show my fear and shut out my sound?

No I can’t seem to shout,

Cry out or call for help,

Don’t ask me why because I don’t know,

This is just a feeling that I think never goes.