I will break the glass of the window from the shower
with my frightful teeth, I’d rather like to break something bigger than my own stupid execution of power.
Yes I feel;
the shards are wounding my hands.
Yes I will scream,
I will shout ’til my bleeding hair is being pulled out of my own fragile head.
Just to feel the pain,
the painful lies you said.
Yes, I will cry ’til the ruined mascara will sting into my eyes
and when the veins of my heart turn into an explode of hurtful fire.
I always knew
you were the one whom would throw my heart into thistles.
And when I thought my heart was healing,
yet, you were the one throwing,
you threw it again.
Thousands of bloodied tears I then cried
and I still find.
I still see them streaming into the sink,
when I’m losing my mind
thinking about the time when I lost you…