To say I feel empty, in itself is a contradiction.
Rather, my soul is in a deep realm of confliction.
I'm angry and sad and alone and scared.
I don't trust enough people,
and push away those who cared.
I've often wondered what words we would speak..
But to see your face again would make me feel weak..
Somedays I feel broken, somedays I feel numb.
I can't help remember everything that you've done.
I ask myself daily if you have a clue, of the extent of suffering you've put me through.
If I could show you in the simplest way, exactly how I feel when I wake up each day..
It would take you to a river, dark, deep and cold.. A place where misery NEVER gets old...
I wouldn't push you in, I'd prefer a clear conscience..
And unless you confess, my motive is nonsense..
One day the pain will sink to the bottom, but even then don't think I'll have forgotten..
Revenge is for the bitter and forgiveness is a lie.
Closure is what I seek, through a final goodbye..
