You would have thought Id get sick of hiding
But I truth is I dont care minding.
Im done pretending, Im hanging up my hands
My place has been taken: Nowhere for me to stand.
Sick of wiping away the salt from my eyes
Cleaning away the tears of blood I cry.
Painted my heart a tainted shade of black
Said things you could never truly taken back.
My ungrateful heart beats broken and cut
Wasnt the first time I ran out of luck.
Days turn to weeks and still no sign
Of just what it is Im supposed to find.
Curtains fall across this stage and Im left alone
Left to pick up the pieces again on my own.
Im the one that dies in this fairytale ending
This bleeding heart needs mending.
Scars marking hardened skin
Who knew to live was the greatest sin.
Loss of blood and an IV drip
In the ambulance on an unexpected trip.
Served me an empty plate
I take back those words and clean the slate.
Among the heroes last I stand
Deadpan expression and gas mask in hand