Scars

You tear my heart open, with all the promises left unkept. I manage to sew myself shut, but my weakness will always be, that I care too much. The scars that you've left me, are a burning reminder of the past. Each one more painful, and deeper than the last. You always try to come around, like the past doesn't exsist. Only I'm the one who can seem to forget. I've tried time and time again, to offer you a chance. To mend the ties that bind us, and be a family, for you to be a man. But once again, you've left me drowing in the water. So this is our last stand. My compassion may be my weakness, but I'm done reaching for your hand. You still tear my heart open, with all your false hopes. But believe me, I won't let you know it. My smile puts on a good show, and behind my clothes, the scars of the past burn. You may not see them, with the naked eye, but they have taught me all that I need to learn, about giving your false hopes another turn.