Fighting this un-winning battle.
I hand over my heart to you
But it is beaten and sore.
"How could you possibly hurt anymore?"
"Easy. I bleed from an unsealable wound."
So many colours, lay so many lies.
A sweet smell, but a dying presence.
"You're not dead"
"I know. But I never was alive"
Time is torturing me.
With the future and what it awaits.
Forever lost and never found.
"But your not lost. Your right here"
". But I was never found."
With so many tears falling.
Just like the rain trickles down a window.
I know that this may never mend.
"Don't you want it to end?"
"Yes but also my scars need to mend"
You give back my heart.
I know it is useless to you.
But I hope to find someone to heal it some day.
"Your heart is barely even whole"
"It never was whole to begin with"
Eyes that shine like the stars.
Belong up in the night sky.
Only the clouds fog my dark view.
"That makes no sense"
"It does if you know depression"
Pain that is outside and within.
Can only hurt my heart more.
But I have no intentions to stop.
"You're doing it to yourself"
"Only for the pain I feel inside."
Each day is a chance.
Such a risk, never knowing.
If I shall smile or bleed.
"It's up to you"
"No, it's the Blade."
The pen fro-locking over the paper.
Writing the hurt it has already written.
Who will save me now?
"No one"
"Exactly"
