stained

I didn't realized

reality was too harsh on us

the past always haunted us

the truth was always in front of us

I didn't realized

all we felt was happiness 

but what for if it didn't matter

the blood of your scars splattered 

it painted the inside of my walls

and all my clothes, can't wear them.

I don't feel like myself anymore

I find myself always reaching for the door 

in every place or situation I get myself in

can't never let someone in

it's like I fear they can see or smell 

the rest of your blood in me.