You Cut Me Open And I Keep Bleeding Lyrics Novels & Stories

Aphrodite said. I smile at her. “Thank you for your understanding. Uhh, but I am not ready to open it up for now. Sorry” I said. I know that the first step to gaining friends is to share some of your pieces of information with her so that both of you know how each other. But, As I’ve said, I am not yet ready to open up about my past. It was too dark for me to open it up. “Oh, it’s fine. You don’t have to say sorry. I understand. What’s important is, that I met you. I finally have a friend” she said happily.

♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩ 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 Oh, the tears keep falling, like rain from the sky, I'm just a wounded soul, asking God why? How could he make love to another, so carelessly? My heart bleeds in silence, a love that'll never be. 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞 Through anguish and despair, I'll find my way, I'll heal the wounds, as I face a brand-new day.

I knelt down and picked up the largest shard. I looked at my reflection in it. Bruised cheek. Split lip. Blood already drying on my skin. Good. But not enough. I dragged the glass across my arm. The cut opened instantly. Blood flowed down, warm and bright. I did it again. And again. Across my thigh. My shoulder. Just deep enough to bleed badly. Not deep enough to kill me. I pressed the shard just above my heart and pushed until I gasped. Tears filled my eyes from the pain. Real tears this time.

See, with your eyes, heart, It was you, the wound, scars and blood, Hear, I'm calling out, Don't block me, I'll shout more loud, Oh, don't you know, My breath, my heart was taken away, Without my knowing, stolen from days, It was you, the thief who left me on bay, I'm begging, on my knees, Stop, don't move, don't dare to leave, Oh, don't you know, My pride, lust and every last breath, I give it up, block it out, It was you I wanted, till life and even after death, I'm fighting, bleeding free, Don't go, who else will help me heal?

"Let me out, Clinton! Roxanne's played you! He's not a doctor—" Before I could finish, Roxanne looked at me with a triumphant smile. "Enjoy yourself." Then, she closed the door behind her. Tears streamed down my face, and I trembled from the pain. … 20 minutes later, I lay on the floor like a crumpled ball of paper, tossed aside without care. Clinton yanked me to my feet, impatience written all over his face. "It was just a minor procedure. Stop crying! You've gotten way too dramatic lately. The Sterlings are here. Get downstairs."

Tears started brimming my eyes, and at the same time, I heard someone knocking on the door, I opened it, but no one was there. **This night is cold in the kingdom I can feel you fade away From the kitchen to the bathroom sink and Your steps keep me awake Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste I once was a man with dignity and grace Now I'm slippin' through the cracks of your cold embrace So please, please!!** *

(Song from Little Mix) Uh oh, uh oh, here I go again, baby, baby I hear your name and it's like I'm breaking, aching You still got that power hanging over me It's always over but still happening Uh oh, uh oh, here I go again, baby, baby I just wanna scream out 'till my voice breaks Even if the tears fall and my heart hates me Baby, I love you Uh, oh, uh oh, don't know how I'm still breathing, breathing I got this hole up in my heart baby, baby And it doesn't matter what no one says Even though it's broken, I love you anyway Uh oh, uh oh, here I go again, baby, baby. Was this what she felt all this time? She loves me. There's no lie about it. She wouldn't dedicate a lot of songs to me. I star

Just a few more steps… I beg in my head. He shoots again, and it tears my back open. Shit Shit Shit I forcefully open my eyes, pushing the pain away, and leap toward him without thinking more. This is my last chance. If I wait longer, I will lose more blood, and he might never get closer.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * And I'm hearing what you say But I just can't make a sound * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Taking a sharp turn around, San faced me with teary eyes and mouthed the next stanza with such intense emotion that it had me clenching my jaw at her message and I could only let her guide my movements in perfect sync to hers. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * You tell me that you need me Then you go and cut me down, but wait You tell me that you're sorry * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Although it had been sung so horribly, it was still good. Then an idea appeared in my head. I grabbed a scissors from the first aid box I had brought with me and cut myself that blood started gushing out. “Alexa, what is wrong with you?” I scolded myself but I couldn't help but to continue to test the idea in my head. I started to sing despite my shaky bloody finger I had just cut. But then I began to feel a tingle on my wound. I kept focusing on the music, not on anything else.