bloody poetry
Why bloody poetry doesn't it hurt to release who you are
When tears turn red
When your thoughts never turn any heads
Because no one hears words unsaid
But i heard that from the dead
Guy
Who sat at the edge of my bed
Who stared at himself in the mirror
And saw that this bloody poetry had turned his eyes red
Its funny because i could see myself in him as I got nearer
And at that moment i never saw myself clearer
This poetry has paved a way for my thoughts to come
Cant you hear them
Funny how bloody poetry me has empowered me
To become who i need to become
just to move on