The Scars Return
By MidniteBlaze
Love me
hate me
betray me
do everything possible to hurt me
you know how I felt
I told you everything
so you knew exactly how to hurt me
how dare you mislead me
god damn it hurts
I hate myself
I hate what you have done to me
I hate having to trust people
the caring and loving
so untrue
together you will be the death of me
the death of my soul
the death of my heart
I have no desire to carry on like this
I'm tired of all the lies
I don't want to think about this anymore
I shall discard these past memories
the scars shall return
and I can move on with my life if I see fit
the dark has shown it's face within my life
broken describes how I feel
the heart destroyed and my body torn apart
from the ups and downs
I've rised just to fall again constantly
death is somthing I've not thought about in a while
but will it cease the pain
of course it will
maybe it will even make you happy
I have no true intentions of such
however, I would rather not deal anymore
the people I love dearly and held close
lost all within a few days
never will I put such trust in you again
you always thought I was mad or would not forgive you
I told you I was not
I cannot say the same now
my voice silenced
as I have nothing more to say
dead inside is overall how I feel
thank you
Comments on "The Scars Return"
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On Monday, March 29, 2010, Ravenblade
(307) wrote:
very nicely expressed, I think we have all put ourselves out there into this kind of vulnerability and been hurt before, but its how we get up and deal with it that determines who we are.
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On Thursday, June 23, 2005, Sex Slave
(78) wrote:
I agree with Crimson wonderful-Danny
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On Monday, April 18, 2005, The Crimson Queen
(917) wrote:
wonderfully written...such pain expressed so well here..keep it up hun :)
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On Monday, April 18, 2005, Silent Assassin
(108) wrote:
Wow...I'm so sorry for everything. I wasn't kidding when I said what I said the other day. Whatever I try to do, I just make things worse. I'm sorry for ever betraying your trust. True friends don't do that. -Dan
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On Monday, April 18, 2005, wandering druid
(78) wrote:
Such sweet sorrow words. Like thunder clouds on a spring evening... beauty in truth.