The blade of a knife that cuts so deep
Made me throw up the secrets I keep
The pain, that pain I don't dare speak
Although deep inside, I shriek and I shriek
Twist the knife, I feel the pain
You hurt me, but I won't complain
I'm smiling through the tears
Like a fool, the fool that knows fear
I toss and I turn, I just can't sleep
You're gone, so long, that's fine with me
I can't let you know the way I feel
The wounds that you leave never heal
I don't need your fake sympathy
Your vicious lies they're killing me
And you don't even understand
The words that you left in my hand
Now I know you'll never change
You've got the same look on your face
And things will never be the same
It's all over now and you're to blame
Now there's nothing you can tell me
Just put me out of my pain and misery
I hide behind the demon that has become
The new me, the real me, the true me
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Hearts of Roses
PoetryA series of poems about romance life and its ups and downs. Mostly downs, but that's what reality is. Too many ups will give you painful downs. More downs and less ups makes balance. Or maybe I'm just seeing it wrong. Oh, and a wee bit of creepines...
