Torn for Love

There's a tear in me, from where you tried to break through.
From your saddened attempt to my rescue.
But I'm so far in, I can not be saved.
The torture and lies now burned into pain.

It's not your fault. It never was.
This is simply what anger does.
Yet I am thankful for this little tear.
For it proves that someone did care.

But this tear, my body tries to mend.
So my whole life is pretend.
This small rip that is in my mask,
That I fought for, my number one task.

Is disappearing, being forced closed.
My body not allowing my true life to be exposed.
This hopeful tear that kept me together for so long.
Is sadly fading, until finally this tear is gone. -