Walking in that room
you asked me if I was okay.
and I said the honest answer possible.
you can't take your words back.
you can't make rain go up.
and I guess you can't make me happy.
my broken pieces will cut you open
and I hate blood in my hands .
you asked me to leave.
something kept me standing by the door.
but I swallow every words so i won't vomit them on you.