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by Emmah Mar 8, 2010 category : Sadness, depression / other
I reach out to touch you but my hand gets burned You're not the man I thought you were I have finally learned. There's a chunk of black coal That once was your heart Or am I wrong? Was it like that from the start? When you went out tonight Did you think of how I'd feel? Did you give the slightest thought About my scars that just won't heal? The scars on my skin are nothing compared to the ones on my heart Ever since the day You slept with that tart. I just can't stop thinking Thoughts go whirling round my head On the outside I'm smiling But on in the inside I'm dead. "When are you going to trust me" You had said. Then I seen that email to 'her' And my body filled with dread. Hating myself for trusting you. You're a hypocrite. You don't speak the truth. No care in the world For anybody else. Just two people; You and yourself. *OLD