I have gotten used to the bruises now

I used to tell myself that they were signs of love

That you never really hated me

You just hated life

And thus I paid the price

But now my wounds won’t heal

And my heart has had an honest beating

I have become undone

Broken in places where the light don’t shine

Crying in the dark

Begging mercy to come hold me

I used to think that the brusies

Were proof of devotion

But now it just hurts

My existence falls into a deep despair

So excuse me while I fall apart

And don’t forget to pick up the pieces