The words you
Say decay my soul
They break me down
From the inside out.
Through the trails
of life an love
I have learned
That sometimes
The ones we
Love the most
Tell the biggest lies
They hold the
Sharpest knives
They leave the
Deepest scars
They take years
To heal
Sometimes they never
Heal....
Because we keep them
Hidden; locked deep inside
To never be revealed
Because the pain is
Just to much
To ever let them be
touched
We will use them
As a crutch
Because love it hurts...
Just to much...
An in this pain
We fail to realize
That the hardest
Critics we ever
Have to face
Are the voices inside
Ourselves.

You gave it your all
But unfortunately it
Wasn't your best
Because your best
Is never good enough
When you lay your
Heart down in
The wrong hands to rest.

The voice
Of a broken heart
Can ring loudly
For years
Wrecking even
The hope
Of repairing
Shattered dreams.
Though it's hard
And at night sometimes
So easy to hear
The sound of
A lost loves heart
Beating so clear.
The deafening silence
Allows the tears
And for years
You may sit
silently still.
We will mask ourselves
And cover the scars.
But no matter what
We may think
We are not
A lost cause.
So let your heart
Beat again
Let the sound
Drowned out
The screaming of
A broken heart
Because it's not broken
It's just gained another
Beautiful scar.

I wish I could have seen
It sooner
I wish I hadn't been
So foolish
I wish I had the guts
To say
That I've loved you
All along
It hurts to know you
Love another
And that friendship
Is all
From you that I will
Ever receive
But to see you smile
Even in his arms
Brings me more joy
Than you may ever
Discover.
For your happiness
Is all the matters
I'm glad that you
Love another.

The shade of the this old
Oak tree has kept
So many memories
The carving on the
Middle of the trunk Says
"forever an always W+T"
Many would say
That just like my
Heart this oak tree
Is scarred like my
Heart holding blissful
Wishes and dreams that
Never came to pass
But we both hold on
To that summer past.
But just like this tree
I too have seen many
Harsh winters pass
Though the scar has
Faded from years on
This earth but
The scar still remains
Just like your name
Is still carved on my heart
This year's have not been
Kind to you or too I
My dearest of friends
But to me you will always
Be more than that old
Withering tree on the hill
I will always remember
Your lush green branches
And how you kept me
An the woman that scarred
Both of us deeply
Cool that summer day...

No one has my heart
But myself
No one will know
The weight it carries
But myself
No one knows what time
Or what place
That might my heart will be
Stolen and forever kept safe
Not even myself.

I'm tripping off the walls again
Needle breaking through the skin
There is poison running through
My veins...
Turning me into another tragedy
I think I'm addicted...
I think I need another hit..
I'm falling through the cracks again
The walls are spinning round again
I think my have hit the end....
I think I need another hit..
The poison burns in my veins
I think I may have overdosed...
I think you're my ******...
I'm tripping off the walls again...