Now living by the virtues I so steadfastly preach
Crying alone in my room
'I'm an adult now, I'm responsible for healing from everything that hurt me'
We're not children anymore I'm accountable for what I do

Well it still ******* hurts, it still ******* hurts, it still ******* hurts

No one ******* taught me any different
And I'm sorry I just dont know

It
Still
*******
Hurts

It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
forever
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived

Know if you wear
Your heart on your sleeve
There should be no surprise
When there is blood
On your hands

You may hate me
But you can't deny
I make you feel

You are the heat of a fever
Charting course in my veins
Even Icarus in this flight
Never felt the pulse of Apollo like this

I remember a rainy day
You told me you were hungry
I broke my heart in half
Like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich
Cut of the crusts
We sat on the couch in silence
Nibbling away at all the love I had to give