So many scars lay on your heart,
In layers oh so deep,
That only the brave little children can hear of them, and not weep.
We are the future,
My dear friend,
And take from this we must
The positive things that will help us move on.
And trust me when I say this,
She is not a saint.
She is not worthy of everything you've done for her,
Every hug,
Every smile,
She should have to feel this pain for a while.
Because as you suffered,
Dead and cold,
She used and abused your wretched soul.
I'm sorry she has done these things,
I'm sorry she has had you mezmerized,
But honey you can do better.
And this I promise,
Cross my heart and hope to die.