Blood let it out
Till you love me again
I left one in the temple
I left one at the cross
I have one still chasing me
Which I hand off to God
Go Demon Go
I'm already made of scars
I don't need anymore
They cut right into me
Hidden by my tattoo's
More to go never fully covered
I am made of scars
A part of me wants to say don't leave me now
I've walked with you for so long
I have a hard time saying it's the end of the road
How could you go, when you know how I need
Last night I dreamt someone actually loved me
Just another false alarm
Tell me how long before the right one.
When we let go, we create more space to recieve.
Beautiful words here @erodedthoughts, beautiful and full of pain.
Writing has always been a wonderful release for me xxxx
Thank you @trucklife-family. I still feel like it's a little choppy but it's the way it came out.