Show Me

People hide things, and yet, I want to see it all.

 

"Here I stand, empty hands, wishing my wrists were bleeding."      
   

Burn it off
Pull it to, bring it back
Let me see how you feel
With these issues attacking you
  
How you breathe
With that suffocating you
Slowly, you're turning blue
  
Let me see how you cry,
How you bleed
With that cutting you
  
Show me you, your true self
I don't want to see an illusion
Show yourself to me
  
Because you should know,
That silver knife
That gleaming dagger
Can only go so far
Into your rotting flesh