Always

Taste the mold upon your tongue, the taste of bitter youth
Past the sweetest coating, see yourself embrace the truth

See your hands now covered in the bloody shade of red
Scratching at your very skin to rid of what they said

Out your very flesh comes something you now do despise
Ugly and horrific, these words pierce you such as knives.

Slowly, as your blood does drip upon the very ground
Slowly, oh so slowly, you escape without a sound

Painful steps do hurt me, yet, I never seem to care
Nobody appreciates, but always, i am there...