What is worse than a bullet to the heart
I'll tell you what
Its the betrayal of someone you thought would never grow apart
Of course you'd only get this if you've hurt
You'd get that you can heal after bleeding
But its not the same after pleading
You start wallowing in self pity and distress
And slowly watch your self get depressed
Why do we let ourselves go through the stress
I mean, happiness is a choice as well as sadness
Its our choice to heal and keep it all behind us
And until that choice is made your life stays on pause
I feel I'm not making sense but this is quite relatable
Because sadness is never palatable
And no one should ever be given the right to hurt and break you beyond repair
Or even leave you in despair
The choice to happiness is for no one to take out of your grip
Its for ever yours to keep
