A picture in a frame, Blood running from her face,
To speed through this day, can you keep with my pace?
A life on this path screams in the distance,
Gun shots all around and my mind in a trance,

Your pulsing veins through torn old cuts,
My life changes and my old heart shuts,
Words fed to me through covered up lies,
To escape from reality but to tired to try,

Music floods the room and glass fills my hand,
I glare from my corner from where I stand,
Ice from a bucket and a drink from a cup,
The guitars blare from the amps, as this room warms up,

The story will be told as the time ticks away,
But I just listen and I just sit and stay,
In a world of my own, filled with words and songs,
I look into the distance and know that I’ve done wrong,

A place I call my home is a drug infested pit,
I return to a world of blood, afraid from where you sit,
I escape from the meaning of a job that is mine,
Tears are all I see but now I have to decide,

I lived in a lie of an excuse I called my life,
Now my mind had turned to my only friend, which was the
kitchen knife,
The bathroom is where I lay in a cold and dazed sleep,
To test my existence to see if it will keep,

To the fallen angel that is a saint in one word,
I lie right here not speaking, as I am not heard,

How is this my choice? To have lived here in my fears,
To search for years and only end in tears,
I can’t wait any longer for an answer that won’t
arrive,
A mix up of two people, I’m losing my will to survive,

We sat in the dark not speaking to each of our faces,
I longed for a fantasy of visiting different places,
But I never got my wish you kept me right here waiting,
To cry myself to sleep in a land that is so frustrating,

A picture in a frame blood running from her face,
I realise who it is and I know my place,
A hidden identity revealed for I to only see,
A look of shock to discover that this girl was me.

25'03'06
15:45
Gemma Hakner