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Bad Blood
Pain.
Yelling.
Cuts.
Bruises.
Tears.
Lies.
Anger.
Hatred.
Rage.
Sorry. . .
Take it back.
Press rewind.
Go back in time.
Turn back the clocks.
Things didn't mean to be said.
Things didn't mean to happen.
Wish we can take back our words.
Wish we can take back our actions.
We're all tired.
We're all going insane.
We're all dealing up with our own pent-up rage.
I say I'm sorry.
But the guilt is the price that needs to be paid.
We're all bullies.
We're all victims.
Both at the same time.
Tears running down my face.
And anger coursing through my bones.
More tears.
More yelling.
More screaming.
More hurting.
More pain.
More daggers to the chest.
More knives to the soul.
More arrows in my heart.
And it all makes me want to slit my throat.
I say I'm sorry.
But it doesn't fix broken hearts.
It doesn't make the bruises fade.
It doesn't make the cuts heal.
The blood was still spilled.
And the words were still said.
Why can't we just go back?
Just a few hours ago.
Everything was happy.
And we were almost just ready to go.
But then the ball dropped.
And the shit hit the fan.
And we were all standing there, battered and broken.
From a unstoppable war that none of us saw coming.
And now the silence fills the house.
And we walk around on broken glass and egg shells.
Trying not to set the other ones off.
We're all time bombs.
We're all ticking away.
We're all lying to ourselves.
And we're all holding onto to some form of guilt.
The prince that we all must pay.
Pain.
Yelling.
Cuts.
Bruises.
Tears.
Lies.
Anger.
Hatred.
Rage.
Sorry . . .
But no one heard each other say the word.
We're too busy listening to new songs about betrayal and hatred.
Thinking that I, (of all people) can't take the hint?
I get it, you hate each other.
It doesn't take a genuis to see.
The "bad blood" that's sprouted since earlier.
And another family crashes down around me.
Will we ever be safe?
Will we ever just stop?
Take a break?
Dry our tears?
Let old wounds heal?
Just leave it be?
And just stop hurting each other long enough to just breathe.
Along to just stop hurting each other to see the scars we left behind.
I'm talking about all three of us, not just me.
I see the scars.
I see the bruises.
I see the tears.
But what am I suppose to do?
We yell.
We cry.
We accuse.
We lie.
And then we yell.
And then we cry.
And the "sorry" we all mumble under our breathes.
Just ends up getting lost in all the broken hearts and arguments.
Yelling.
Cuts.
Bruises.
Tears.
Lies.
Anger.
Hatred.
Rage.
Sorry. . .
Take it back.
Press rewind.
Go back in time.
Turn back the clocks.
Things didn't mean to be said.
Things didn't mean to happen.
Wish we can take back our words.
Wish we can take back our actions.
We're all tired.
We're all going insane.
We're all dealing up with our own pent-up rage.
I say I'm sorry.
But the guilt is the price that needs to be paid.
We're all bullies.
We're all victims.
Both at the same time.
Tears running down my face.
And anger coursing through my bones.
More tears.
More yelling.
More screaming.
More hurting.
More pain.
More daggers to the chest.
More knives to the soul.
More arrows in my heart.
And it all makes me want to slit my throat.
I say I'm sorry.
But it doesn't fix broken hearts.
It doesn't make the bruises fade.
It doesn't make the cuts heal.
The blood was still spilled.
And the words were still said.
Why can't we just go back?
Just a few hours ago.
Everything was happy.
And we were almost just ready to go.
But then the ball dropped.
And the shit hit the fan.
And we were all standing there, battered and broken.
From a unstoppable war that none of us saw coming.
And now the silence fills the house.
And we walk around on broken glass and egg shells.
Trying not to set the other ones off.
We're all time bombs.
We're all ticking away.
We're all lying to ourselves.
And we're all holding onto to some form of guilt.
The prince that we all must pay.
Pain.
Yelling.
Cuts.
Bruises.
Tears.
Lies.
Anger.
Hatred.
Rage.
Sorry . . .
But no one heard each other say the word.
We're too busy listening to new songs about betrayal and hatred.
Thinking that I, (of all people) can't take the hint?
I get it, you hate each other.
It doesn't take a genuis to see.
The "bad blood" that's sprouted since earlier.
And another family crashes down around me.
Will we ever be safe?
Will we ever just stop?
Take a break?
Dry our tears?
Let old wounds heal?
Just leave it be?
And just stop hurting each other long enough to just breathe.
Along to just stop hurting each other to see the scars we left behind.
I'm talking about all three of us, not just me.
I see the scars.
I see the bruises.
I see the tears.
But what am I suppose to do?
We yell.
We cry.
We accuse.
We lie.
And then we yell.
And then we cry.
And the "sorry" we all mumble under our breathes.
Just ends up getting lost in all the broken hearts and arguments.
Published 1st Nov 2014
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