Sticks and stones may break my bones, but
Oh how words hurt me so,
Dueling cards; Of hearts and spades,
And the diamonds lay neutral between.
These scars invisible to **** eye,
Are poisoned and burn me endlessly.
This war has gone on too long,
And now all three sides are losing,
Mind,
Heart,
Sanity.
An everlasting cycle of pain and recovery.
The Heart rebels and the ***** controls,
Whilst the Diamond attempts mediation.
The Joker is in play, passively,
And the Old Maid watches from a distance.
Only a fire can burn the paper,
But instead, water’s life is needed.
The Heart works away, the *****, the day,
But only to crash at midnight.
The only true way to solve it all is,
To give up, to let go,
But nobody does that.
I know.