It still hurts me after all these years,
her shadow mine still seeks.
I'm broken down to half of what,
the man I used to be.
Broken down without cares,
anger in my reason.
Feeling in the deepest part,
my hearts committed treason.
Passionless for things of not,
of what I cared before.
Scars upon my skin in ink,
to last forever more.
Untrustful is the only word of truth,
that I can share.
And that don't even matter,
because she's no longer there.
Lies are all our love became,
no truths of which to speak.
It still hurts me after all these years,
her hadow mine still seeks.
Categories:
untrustful, betrayal, depression, heartbreak,
Form: Rhyme