Blood On My Soul

I know you haven't been the greatest
I could never even begin
to imagine your life
& i know you've been pained
dealt cards not even meant to ever be played
& it's terrible
the world is terrible
I'm terrible
I know
yet, even though you bleed it all,
there's days that I bleed too
not always
but sometimes
&you take the razor and cut some more
"Look at how terrible I am"
far more terrible than I,
you veil the blood upon my soul
and beg me to save you
so I push back down all that leaps
at the chance to leave me
& I swallow fire meant to burn you
just to save YOU
just to fix YOU
you know not what you do
but I'll stick your stitches and ease your pain
so you can open them again
while I bleed on the inside