The rain falls covering my tears.
Deep wounds that can't heal.
Another knife sharpen ready to use.
Another scar added.

Picking up pieces of a broken heart.
Paranoid thoughts take over.
Drowning in a sea of mixed emotions.
Not sure who to trust.

Burying the pain in lines of poems.
Saying nothing to anyone.
What they don't know can't hurt them.
But it's hurting you.

If you where picked and loved.
Only to be left and lied to.
Wouldn't you grow thorns to?.