Rain

Empty bowls
Your assignment to fill them
And when I poured blood and gravel in mine
Others found more creative ways and contents

Sometimes one wish themselves right
What would only make them more wrong
I've tried to improve
But ended up being me in the end again

And salt is raining down on me
Stinging my scars
For memories coming alive
To terrify me

Fool me back to old habits
Cheat me into new mistakes
When you cannot shut your ears nor eyes
You have to keep in control