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Monday, March 10, 2008
Will you ever know
Reminiscing about the pastIt brings an ache to my heart A bleeding heart Accompanied by tearing eyes Seeing my heart shattered into shards Like broken glass Piercing into my deepest memories No longer safe No longer a sanctuary No longer a refuge No longer... My home My heart had been broken into pieces by you And yet it's beating But once again You broke it further into smaller pieces And pushed the shards of glass into my palms Wounding it Hurting it Seeing blood bleeding from my hands Seeing my blood staining your hands Seeing your reaction Merely wiping away my blood and act as if you did nothing wrong My blood is on your hands YOUR HANDS How can you hurt me Caused me to bleed And simply destroy all evidences And pretend that nothing happen Is that allowed? How could your conscience ever allow that to happen? HOW? I couldn't go back to you Not because of the shards in my hands They had long been taken away By true love By family By friends By people around me The pieces of glass are no longer there And the wound is healing Part of the wound had healed And scars were starting to form Looking at my palms It's a sign that you can never take away It's embedded for life Looking at my palms It reminded me of you It reminded me of the pain you once so graciously rained upon me It reminded me of you wiping away the blood without your conscience pricking you I can bring myself to forgive you But never forget you Ten years down the road, i'm sure The pain would be gone The fear would not be as strong Things might let me put you at the back of my mind from time to time But never forget you But never forget the broken heart But never forget the bleeding hand Looking at my wounds Looking at my pathetic self I could do nothing but laugh at myself I could do nothing but be scarcastic to myself I could do nothing but weep and pity myself Because of you, i am nothing but a pathetic soul now A pathetic soul, that's not deserving of any love A pathetic soul, that's not deserving of any second looks A pathetic soul, who knows that she's pathetic I'm AFRAID of you I'm AFRAID of you Not guilt Just plain FEAR I'm AFRAID of facing you I'm AFRAID of getting hurt by you The wounds on my palms had not yet healed The scars on my palms are not yet invisible You can't see them It's because i had been clenching my fist Hiding my wounds Hiding my scars It's not yet healed It's still painful It's stil painful to think about it My scars Will always be there To serve me a reminder My wounds would one day heal But scars are scars They're always there I can conceal them But there are always there Mocking me of the fact that i had once so trusted you But yet you wiped your hands stained with my blood without a tinge of guilt And yet again It's because of this pain I can open my eyes and see the truth I am no longer deceived For the price of being awakened Is paid by my own blood... ... |
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