Keeping me in the dark will not protect me, concealing the truth will hurt me more.
Your reassuring smile that used to take me home, now only throws me offshore.
Your words of gratitude and love that you shower me with, what is it good for?
For everything that comes from you is poison through my veins,
And I have not forgiven myself for letting you do this to me again.
Little by little it is killing me with pain,
And it leaves no mark, no trace, not even a stain.
The heart hasn't stopped bleeding and the thorns only pierce deeper,
It is certainly not invincible, and resilient, no longer.
Hope, like a dying ember, is lost in absolute despair,
Damaged and wrecked beyond repair.
