blood

blood is running down
the mirror's smashed
and my fist feels the hot blood running down
my eyes, full of hate and pain are flooded by tears
and my cries reflect my fears
my body awaits the coming pain and tears
and my lips stay shut
only my tears will reflect my pain
no more cries, no more fears
that need to be reflected or shown to the world
only the loneliness and the pain
that seems to be the thing I'm made of
so I will stay as I am
'til something or someone comes along
to rescue me
I know there's someone out there
I know he'll soon be here
and perhaps he'd already reached me
but I'm too blind to realize
anyway, do not take this for real
don't take it serious
I'm just a psycho that tries thinking 'bout life.