Bleeding from a penknife!!

Stark words,
We were hurt
bleeding our senses
we're cut, we're cut

You had it bad
a bruised trust
broken heart
detriment into rust.

You looked with apathy
to my brown eyes
You found me bandaged 
with my own bleeding lies

you were hurt
but so was I
You wept aloud
mine was silent cry.

we could have told 
each other to hold

but in a hurry we left

stark truth,
we all find hard
to deal with
our own hand of cards.

We blame, 
"others all lame", we cry
It was all their's fault, we sigh.
that we were roughed
never got a chance to shine

whine, whine whine, whine
whine, whine, whine, whine

But now I know
I am awake
you are dead sleep still
over my back

Our hands are tied.