Count the bleeding in your hands ,no one understands , the demands, they ask of you  you never thought about the death of your mother when you were young ,always thought life would go on, in to the beyond you went without saying goodbye, I write with tears and fears that there isn't an after life and you don't go anywhere that's just the end  I pretend that I'm unaware of things happening around me  look up and down the street to see if they found me. Don't know who they are, but I know they are there , waiting to make the move, to remove me from my life,  to send me into the dark of night, would it be a light for me , waiting on my soul or will there be nothing, will I be left hunting for something to hold onto what if there is no you. SO I COUNT THE BLEEDING IN MY HANDS NO ONE EVER UDERSTANDS THE DAMAGE YOU BEEN THROUGH, they only pretend they do,to get next to you they lie , to turn it all against you, fuck you ,do what you do , see if your lies get pushed THROUGH ,  back in the day I would end your play, with a word you make your ass go away out my face, with the bullshit you say cause when we lock eyes you look away , so stay afraid , your memories will fade, like the coldness of winter into a spring day , dodging me like a grade school relay, cause its mind over matter, it eases my mind that you don't matter, cause my pockets are getting fatter, while your a Big Piece of shit in a kiddie pool, someone should flush you, I don't think its cruel enough for people like you, what the fuck you think I would blank this shit off, and get off the hook , this is the day the earth shook, mother save me from thela BLEEDING in my HANDS I've finally met the demands, I obviously followed your commands, am I this fucked up be used in past tense, repentance, keep silent, believe nothing you hear and half of what you see, has stuck with me, can I be free , just tell me, cause the irony of all of the piracy, of privacy is making me want to walk with the iron on me, even though that Is nothing like me, if you see me you won't like me, strikingly loudly, to put it mildly, boom boom , they found me, 2 in the chest, I wrote this to death,