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...
