Expensive escapes

 E.E.

~Miss A

It's all going in a perfect flow in your eyes,

But every word you speak is spoken so blindly,

I thought I cry alone, this world is a place so lonely,

But damn you weather, always with me.

Bullets pass through you, but blades cut deep too,

Can't underestimate one based on it's size,

Not even sure, with what this free bird is caught,

No wounds, but it hurts so bad, feels like internal bleeding.

I'm no good, and with the way it's going, I'm upto no good,

I used to think, I would grow up beautiful,

But the lines on the forehead are deepening,

It's all beginning to get all chapped.

Don't know what they designed in the lines,

But it's not what I asked for, but I'll take your knives,

Cut my own lines of fate in my palms,

This won't hurt as much as destiny would, right.

Blood is an expensive escape, or is destiny,

Blood, then who's?

Too many things to say at once, 

It's sewing my lips into a pristine line.

Maybe a letter with blood will make sence,

But I could write something, worse than anything,

Can't fake a stomach ache, where do I go back to,

I see no home, just the autumn, a leafy garnished bed.