13 Winters - Hands On Thorns

Hands On Thorns

I cut my hands on thorns,
as you stood there and watched.
Blood running from my hands down my fingers,
yet you do nothing but fucking stare
I have gotten your attention,
but gotten no respect.
You dont talk to me,
now you nolonger look at me.
I have fallen to my knees,
begging for all your apologies.
No, you turn your back towards me,
what did I do to deserve this?
Blood Has now
Stopped Flowing
My hands-now scabing
Hanging on the roses
Thorns Digging
Into My flesh
Causing The scabs
To bleed.
I have sunk down so low,
only myself would know.
My troubles haunt me everyday,
my problems never subside.