Do I go back? No? Yes? I don't know. My choices will always cause me bad. Nothing I do will make this pain in my tears go away. My innocet blood is shead with every tear I make. The choices I made will always reflect on todays time."Make the choices you know you'll never regret." Its too late for me to change them. So how can I not regret what I did?
Past Is HauntingPast is Haunting
The past I've tried so hard to avoid is coming back to haunt me. Do I regret everything? No, not all things. My past was good long ago, but that changed over the years. The pain is the hardest to hide. My tears and scars are easly hid behind my "smile." My past is something awful. All have tried tp fix what once was, but all have failed. It seems as though my past has completly shut down my emotions leaving me dead inside.
Shattered HeartShattered Heart
My heart is far from healing. I can no longer trust what seems so far away. Shattered doesn't always mean unhealable, but it seems as if healing it is nit possible. So many have tried, but all have failed. It seems as though my heart has been distroyed and there's no way of bringing it back to life. My heart shall always remain shattered into a millon pieces because of all the past that i've been though.
Words UnspokenWords Unspoken
The words I feel I must say make me wonder weather I should or not. I know that if I said them then innocet blood would be shead. So I hold these unsaid words in my heart and lock them away, never to be heard by those who would abuse them. The words unspoken are paining me deeply that I fear I may speak them aloud. These words have a powerful meaning for me, but still I hold the words sftly locked away within my heart.
Sweet DeathI grip my heart as if I'm holding on to his life. Tears have appeared on my cheeks and I wish to see him one more time before he is gone. I wipe my tears and hope that he is okay . For if i lost him I'd never have a pleasant dream. My heart has sank to my feet. I drop to the wall and pray that he still lives. He may be miles away but I can still the pain with each cut he gives. I feel so alone for I know his blood will show up as a nightmare in my dreams for nights to come. The last words we share sound like a melody in my head until he's slipped away.