I Wrote A Love Poem On My Wrist

I wrote a love poem on my wrist you didn’t see.
Then, when did you ever really look at me…?
I cried tears of blood for you,
You ignore those too

I ran because I wanted you to tell me to stay,
All you did was smile and send me away.
My heart was full of pain,
Until finally it was all that remained

No matter what I say or do,
I will never be good enough for you.
Did you ever see me as real, see me true?
Was I always a toy, a game to you?

Life is twisted, broken,
But when I am gone at least I have spoken.
You may not hear, or see,
You may not even remember me.

I love you and I bled for you;
Now I know, it was wrong to do.
You are so blind to all that feel,
I wonder if you can be real.

I go on,
I pretend to be strong.
I am what I have to be.
No one will destroy me.

I bled tears of blood for you to see,
You ignored me.
I was real,
It was you that could not feel.

Now I bleed no more.
I am tired, my arms battle sore.
I go on as I must do,
Only now, I no longer fear you

You are only a ghost to me.
At last I walk and do not run, for I am free…

I wrote a love poem on my wrist for you to see
But you never really looked at me…