Nightmare
Heart beats loud in my chest
adrenaline hammering me in
ha, I like the chase
I feel them tiptoe,
closer, though silently
its too much excitement to handle
Blood on the floor
screams of my own
I can't tell what's bad or good
when the knife
could easily be in my hand too
or, it's more laughing
more words directed to
stab
in my heart
just as painfully
as the silver toy
or the silver
isn't pointing to my heart
just another's
whose heart I truly care for
for when the scarlet red waterfall,
hurts them
It hurts me more
for it lasts forever, not a minute
Then all the love comes
trying to help
mend the pieces
of the heart
that's always breaking me
And I collect that love
in a jar
Just to give away
so other people can have it
I collect, then give away it all
to feel like I'm making people happy
To stop more hearts from breaking
So the stab
that is welcomed
every night
Could possibly hurt less.
But it never does.