Resting atop my right arm sleeve Is where I keep my most valued treasure This is why, I truly believe, I feel so much pain instead of pleasure
If I kept it hidden from the worlds view Maybe, I could find my own happiness But then it would be kept from you And I'd know only despair and loneliness
My heart is such a complicated thing It hurts, it heals, it mends its cracks over time Unfortunately, I know I'm undeserving To find a love that could be only mine
I can't help but feel the pain I can't help but feel this hurt I know there's something wrong with me I know I shouldn't lie on the dirt
But as low as I can go Is where I belong What do I have to show, Besides always being wrong?
It's my dreaded nightmare It's the evil witch's curse I can't remember getting there But I know how much it hurts
This is a combination of three poems I wrote last night while feeling really depressed...