A wound,
Unsealed, untouched.
And rotten.
Forgotten.
These are the stories of my pain.
And every time I go to cry, I can't.
My eyes won't let me,
I've bleed all too much now,
It's too late to correct me,
So numb, I'm so numb inside and out.
I can't even feel a thing.
Cut me deep inside,
My heart, my soul, my brain,
Just wasting away without you.
Touch me, hold me I am yours.
The wound, the hole in my heart.
It heals, from your love.
But I forever remain numb.
And yet, I wished for this, I prayed for this.
But is this what I really want?
To hide behind a mask of lies,
A emotional cripple, without the ability to hurt.
You can't hurt me anymore,
My heart's now made of stone!
It's not my fault,
You all made it this way.
So pat yourself on the back for torturing me,
As a kid, a teen and sometimes now.
Now all I own is a stone frozen heart.
I've hurt so much inside I can't feel anything at all.
Thank-you, you blood sucking wh**es
