For my sixteenth birthday she gave me a locket
Which I keep inside a bag, inside a box, inside of my drawer
All shiny and silver, with initials engraved
Carved on its back the date forever saved
It is resting undisturbed, never worn out
Though I try it out from time to time
Put it on by the mirror and wonder to myself
This is who I would be had things stayed the same
I shake my heavy head, unclasp it from my neck
The last piece of you at last is removed
And yes, I do try to forgive
But to this day that locket stays
Inside of a bag, in a box, at the bottom of my drawer

I don't put it on anymore

You're a papercut
Only when I look at you
Does it hurt

Sometimes I just wanna give in because of the pain consumed by life it self, draining all the little bit of energy that's left in it. Trying to force myself to understand why? Is there a reason why the way we feel when danger comes near unexpectedly without warning; then we're back to piece together the shatter window that was perfectly place before it was brought down without warning. People may never understand what you are going through nor care by giving sympathy and compassion when needed most that god has taught. A wounded heart takes time to heal, expectually when you're alone. But lord him self is there and all I can do is pray and take one day at a time" .

She was the one who waited for solitude
To fall apart
To give a million chances
To everyone who broke her heart
She was the one
Who hid her pain;
Who wanted to heal others' fears
Rather than showing her tears
She was one
Who kept everyone in her prayers
Who loved everyone in spite of all the betrayals
She was the one
Who burnt herself
To cease your darkness
The star who'd fall down
So that you could make a wish
Yet,
She was the one
Always walked upon
She was the one
Who kissed the wounds
And healed every soul
However, she never learnt
How to heal her own

Like a band aid, I fixed your shattered heart.

Like a band aid, I stuck too much
and now, I just want to be the scar.

Unlike the band aid, I can leave without opening your healing wounds.

And I also get to stay.

The wound grows old to become a memory, while the memory grows deep to become a wound!

Every scar, every wound
every bruise, every lie
your battle scars

She came to me willingly
My heart fastened suddenly
I thought she forgot about me
I replied her carefully
We talked a lot about those years
But I didn't mention my tears
I didn't tell about my eternal fears
Talking to her was like living a memory
Sadly I was beginning a new misery
We spoke for a week
At the end she left  me so weak
I had the same wound for twice
I wish I could heal at any price
She told me about her engagement
My heart was again killed
My soul with sorrow is again filled
Why did you come to me?
Why did you make my life worse?
This time would be an eternal curse