What's Love

Don't tell me it will all be okay
those are just words a fool would say

crimson teardrops trickiling down my cheek
as my head grows heavy and my knees grow weak

muted cries, I try so hard to scream
sickening thuds as i pray its all a dream

it isn't though, the pain is real
slipping into unconsciousness it's how i deal

with the agony that your so called love brings
as the swollen scrapes burn and bruises sting

blank stare its all thats left of me
please end it all or just let me be..

Crimson puddles on the floor
one last breath I plead no more

here lies broken and battered
one more child that never mattered