now i know,

what my sister was saying,

when she said i should've left,

before i bled,

because when you tore me up,

and flipped me inside out,

my heart came out with it,

and now i see things with no sun,

because being happy,

is just another feeling,

that'll eventually disappear,

making you depressed,

trapped in the same maze,

that has no escape,

and now,

everything is dark and gloom,

including my blood,

that once rejuvenated,

love that bloomed.