A part of me loves with all of my heart

A part of me hates right from the start

A part of me hides with secrets of the past

A part of me cries for that love that will last

A part of me longs for the passion I once knew

A part of me recoils and only opens to few

A part of me hopes for a brighter tomorrow

But the part that is hidden drowns that with sorrow

A part of me reaches for your loving embrace…

But turns and runs in fear, leaving no trace

A part of me stumbles on words held so high

A part of me wonders if there are any as lucky as I

A part of me trusts….

While A part of me grieves…

So the part you see smiles…

While the other deceives.

I wouldn't actually forgive you for what you have done
doesn't that sound pleasing?
because for me a thing forgiven is a thing forgotten...
and you wouldn't want me to forget you....
i am gracing you with the gift of memories of all the mishaps you created ...
killing a part of me
awarding you a path of misery to lay yourself to follow
after all we all want something to look down on our ruins
rememberance is the essence of not letting your wretched deeds go oblivious
in a very confined space in my head
there's a door and there you
happily dance with my rage and torment
and i tend to ring the bell of that door every moment
I won't be the one that i once used to be for you

These scars aren’t pretty,
but they’re a part of me that will never ever fade away.
These marks tell a story of me down in the valley when I’m hopeless,
and how you reached in with your grace and healed me.
They remind me of your faithfulness and all you brought me through.
These scars teach me that my brokenness is something you can use.
They show me where I’ve been and i’m not there any more.
That’s what scars are for.