Writer's Block

I think I've found freedom
But that isn't what I was looking for.
I want truth.
I want meaning.
I want a conviction like the one I had before.
But HE betrayed me
And now HE doesn't want me.
Hasn't since I was eight years old.
You don't know what I'm saying,
But I could have sworn you knew what I was feeling.
There were blood stains in your beautiful eyes.