Sore

Ive cut my hands on a thousand pieces of my own sore broken heart, hoping you wouldnt leave me you didn't, but we feel so far apart. you would love a girl just to tear her down my last hope has fallen, at the break of dawn Ive been hurt in the past, but this hurts worse I know you're still here, but my thoughts are a curse I'm all alone, in this empty home I call it my head, but it's a shattered dome it keeps my thoughts, it holds my pain my bleeding wrists are like drainpipes, they make the pain percolate.