cartoon violence

How does it feel being something that most men just want to break?
Maybe it feels like all of the emptiness inside disappearing,
Or maybe it is just the opposite.
It is being filled with pain, pain that someone like you deserves
But you don’t say that
You can’t say that

So now you’re playing a victim, and now they’re all criminals
Love crimes and hate crimes galore
Gunfire in the theatre of despair
Here you are again
Black eyeliner tears hitting the concrete
Sneakers hitting the blacktop
Running away..
All of your love is falling down again
The love that you once saved and let grow
Another bitter disconnect
Another bitter swing to the face

Recently it’s like you get swings to the face more often than kisses on the cheek
So the hit sometimes feels like love
We all confuse love for violence sometimes.
Right?
Do you care about me?
The truth is that you don’t and nobody else does either,
something that’s broken and won’t be fixed has no hope in life
Scars on wrists are more than ways to pass the time
I don’t need my voice to communicate

If you put a bullet in my heart, I’ll stop feeling
If you put a bullet in my back, I’ll stop breathing
But if you put a bullet in my head, I’ll stop thinking.
what do I do?

alone in the theatre
They’re playing triggers and memories
I scratch at the floorboards to get out, I throw my fists into the windowpanes
Searching frantically for an exit door

For once I see myself in the darkness
Feeling every failure and imperfection
The only warmth ive ever known came from spilling blood