i see the pain, anger, disappointment go with it.
my friend that assist me in my need to escape is not a sharp as the first day,
so i press harder, dig deeper, feel more pain, see more blood.
because i need to escape!
scars never have time to heal,
skin will never look like it did before my first day.
i switch arms, im shaking!
my right arm is not as strong as the left,
nevertheless i use it.
more blood, more pain, more open wounds!
if this is my escape, why do i need to escape everyday?
more blood, more pain, more open wounds!
blood running down both arms
as each drop hits the cold floor, i feel a release.
drip...
there goes the rape,
drip... there goes the sex with that jerk,
drip...
there goes the emptiness i feel because he was never around,
drip...
there goes all the times i failed,
drip... drip... drip...
there goes my life
more blood, more pain, more open wounds.
