Cruel Summer

The roses that you gave me that night

Withered for good after all this time

Only dry thorns still cut like a knife

And I bleed like I don’t want this life.

I used to touch them to hurt myself

I wished to kill the heartbreak with pain

But all the cuts couldn’t bring me to death

And I was pouring just like a blood rain

It wasn’t enough, I had to pour harder

So I took a knife that was hidden from me

I looked in the mirror and took off the armor

I became vulnerable, just like I wanted to be.

So I cut my nose just to spite my sad face

I wounded the good and was the butt of the joke

The luck of the draw only draws the place

Where all my heroes die in the smoke