Twist of the knife,
It hurts again.
Look down; the knife's in my hand.
Open my eyes and for the first time see
The scars and wounds all over me.
How did this happen?
I'm bleeding out.
Like the words of the dumb mine won't come out.
Screaming inside but no-one can hear.
In the sound of silence grows my fear.
Can I make it?
I've done it before.
Sew my wounds up as the tears hit the floor.
Hide my pain behind my lies.
Hope that I won't be betrayed by my eyes.
Windows to the soul, but who takes the time to see:
I keep getting hurt by my own worst enemy.

Tears trinkling down-
Her cheeks so red and wet,
Thinking insanely about him.

people that mattered didn't stay,

i begged of them not a day
or a night together,

some while,

a pause eye on eye,

hint of a smile
glimpse of a cry,

but they weren't easy,

people that mattered were too busy,

shadows moving, moved away,

while i begged of not a day
not a night together

only a while
eye on eye

to make things better.

Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,—no,
  Nor honeysuckle; thou art not more fair
  Than small white single poppies,—I can bear
Thy beauty; though I bend before thee, though
From left to right, not knowing where to go,
  I turn my troubled eyes, nor here nor there
  Find any refuge from thee, yet I swear
So has it been with mist,—with moonlight so.

Like him who day by day unto his draught
  Of delicate poison adds him one drop more
Till he may drink unharmed the death of ten,
Even so, inured to beauty, who have quaffed
  Each hour more deeply than the hour before,
I drink—and live—what has destroyed some men.

I want you but you didn't want me
Sometimes you  just have to accept things
that aren't going to happen
the way you wanted to be.

That's why acceptance is a hard choice sometimes
And you just have to let it be ...

It may have never been enough,
It may have been in pieces,
****, It may even have been the worst you've ever gotten..
But I gave you the best parts of me.
I gave you all of what's left of me.