The Hill

The hill can see it all
The hate within the happiness
The love within the loathe
Why cant the hill see me?

I've never been real
I was whoever they were
Whoever they wanted to love
I was so fake that I went away
it's why the hill cant see me

And when the hill did see me
The rain came and washed it away
The bloody remains of a desired pass
Washed from beneath me

And all that remains within
Is a single flower
Its leaves sharp like razors
It's all I've ever had
And I'll love it like my own