The needles poked into my skin to try to heal me better
I twitch and groan and think of you and how I wish I'd never.
Chances taken chances gone like a bitter whip of wind
And the bitterness of yesterday still lingers on my lips.
But my lack of heart and empty space gives me reason still
To hold you close and wish you well the captor of my soul.
You took another piece of me and I fall further down
Another stab into my chest blood falling to the ground.
I try to grip the slated floor but its become so slippery
Yet forgiving you is like a dream which glides subconsciously.