Blood Spatter

Don't ask me why I'm emotionally scarred. Just love me enough to deal with my self-destructive method of coping with it.

Save your inquiries, now’s not the time,

Just clean it up,

But don’t you dare judge me.

You’ve NO right,

You’d never understand,

Hell, you don’t even know me.

And you couldn’t if you tried.

 

Clueless to what these wounds are screaming.

Ignorant of the secrets these scars are keeping.

But it’s better that you don’t know.

 

Just clean it up, don’t ask any questions,

Cause I can’t think of answers right now.

Don’t antagonize me, don’t patronize me,

Don’t pretend you can empathize.

Just shut your mouth

Because YOU. DON’T. KNOW. S**T

About the thoughts swirling in my head.

The angst shooting through my veins,

Tainting my nerves,

Leaving me half passed dead.

 

Just keep cleaning it up,

As I keep cutting away at the baggage that clings to my body,

Like leeches sucking the life out of me.

Just keep cleaning it up,

As I keep bleeding it out,

Until there’s nothing left.

 

If love knows no bounds,

How much blood shed will you stick around for?

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

THE VINDICATION OF THE PLOT LINES JUST GOES WITH THIS ONE...I LIKE THE VOICE IN THE VERSE...REALLY GRABS YOU AS A READER AND THE LINE YOU DON'T KNOW S**T...COMES AT A RIGHT TIME IN THE WRITE AND YOU JUST CONTINUE TO BLEED OUT FOR ALL ITS WORTH TO THE END OF THIS READ...AND THIS WITH LAST LINES:

If love knows no bounds,
How much blood shed will you stick around for?