Personal Angel
I sit here and stare.. My eyes holding that rare glare... As I read the words you wrote to me.. It's hard to believe what I see.. My heart sinks in my chest.. A knife piercing the flesh.. You claim you know best.. Afraid I'll be hurt once more...
My ending
I stand at the very edge today Wondering if I shall ever fade The tattered skirting, flows with the wind Holding me back.. from my treacherous end The cold stone, beneath my feet... Keep them blood covered, and sore... Barbed Wire, wrap around my...
Where is that knife now?
You had promised to take the knife out You ask, where is that knife now? The knife, you so called 'yanked out' When all you did, was twist and deepen the pain All I was.. was a pawn in your game. You ask me, where is the knife now? The one.....