• What must i do
    to make you
    understand i don't know how to attone
    for this sin i didn't commit?
    You ripped out my heart
    and left me here to bleed
    my life away, tearing my own soul apart.
    How could you believe them over me?
    But, i'll wait for you,
    trembling as i sew my heart back together.
    Each wound stinging, the ones you didn't make are few.
    But, i'll sit in my puddle of blood and wait-if i have to, forever.
    Though i doubt you'll ever take me back,
    since your thoughts have been tainted with their lies,
    and your heart is stone cold, turning an eerie black.
    Yet my heart flutters at the slightest mention of your name, wanting to fly,
    i'll spend my christmas wanting to die.
    My birthday, new year's, and valentine's, too.
    On those days i'll suffer and yearn only for you...
    But, my dear, all you've done is put salt in my wounded heart,
    for there was no warning when you tore it apart.
    You filled my emptyness with your sweet kisses,
    and gave me more false stitches.
    But soon they loosened, opening old wounds;
    And new ones are severing my ties with reality- why was i such a fool?!