An open wound, a hidden tear,
One that I am unwilling to share.
How could I when it only causes pain,
To the loved ones I have gained?
They tell me not to blame myself,
But I can blame no one else.
Why, Fate, are you so cruel?
To give me friends and make me a happy fool,
Then let one fall victum to my own mistake,
And force me to see my loved ones' hearts break?
I would have almost preffered to have no friends at all,
In place of seeing one hurt and all the rest fall.
Oh, my wicked heart! Why do you hurt me so?
But now that I have them...I can't let them go.
I have searched too long, all from the start,
To ever allow myself to be apart.
For when a devil sees heaven, he never wants to leave.
But would rather stay and see what he could acheive.
My soul is in despair,
But time, not forgivness with heal this affair.
I will ignore the reality until it is no more,
Then my heart will cease to be sore.
It is as the injury of Night is slowely healed by Day.
I don't think there is any other way.
There is a start of positive change, I can feel it.
My soul is slowely inching near it.
And when the memory ceases, so will the pain.
I just need a moment to plug up my soul's drain.
(I know it's not very good flow wise or structure...but try to understand I don't plan these at all. Bad experiences happen and...they just sort of come to me.)
-TheBlondie
