Time is known to heal all wounds,
And it would - if only it could .
Yet these wounds cannot be healed,
With permanent scars they have been sealed .
Locked inside is all the pain ,
Which cannot be washed away even by the harvest rain .
If only you could feel how much it hurts ,
Yet I would not wish that upon even the cursed .
The pain is a dagger which stabs my heart ,
And pricks it ever second till it tears apart .
Like a flower whose petals have died ,
All I feel is emptiness inside .
Though for you my heart weeps a river of blood ,
You are not to be blamed for this flood .
I'm letting you go even though you were never mine .
It was just my mistake to think this could be just fine .
