Penned to Inspire (Move Forward)

Wanting to Have That Hope

Poison streams run through my veins,

and fell from my eyes as tears

when all the pain invades.

I can no longer deal with these charades,

that tamper with all of my fears

in their own sick, twisted games.

The loss of faith still remains,

the hurt stabbing like spears;

all the conceited content in their gains.

But I'm not ready for the flames,

I'm not to be seared.

And now I am ashamed,

for my idiotic kindness I am named.

But I am named,

blamed,

and ashamed;

my reason for love has been maimed.