The thought of hurting you will never sit well,
Retracing my life to where I slipped and fell,
Emotional scars that show through my expressions,
Tearing my heart from within by past confessions,
Even the most extreme pain can never compare,
To this lifetime of emotional despair,
Its like walking on sand and trying to erase your tracks,
Covering one and turning to find more un-hidden facts,
Holding on to nothing for my unforgiven mistakes,
Continuous frustration built up like earthquakes,
Loneliness becomes a part of my everyday personality,
Fronting the endless pain which still remains the reality,
The shadow of hurt that has not been forgiven,
The determination to strive for pain-free living,
Thousands of words that do not live up to one action,
Running on thin ice to you with no traction,
I press the bleeding only to realize its to late,
On my knees in tears as everything fades to the lighted gate,
Tonight I run my hands through my hair,
Trying to change painful feelings to words of care,
Understand that every night will have its dawn,
Just like every rose will have its thorn.
