Sick.

I used to think
I could see through
The ugliness
Which wasn't you.

But as the days
Go flying by
My heart will pay
For believing your lies

You have not changed.

Your soul is mangled
And deranged
Your feelings stone
And your eyelids still
Always closed
To the pain
Until
An innocent is thrown
In front of you
And all my hope
Was in vain

But there shall be a day
Where people will understand
The burn of your touch
When you hold a hand

And how slowly like a cut
You open up and let it out
Until someone hurts to make it shut
And you wonder what it was all about


I can see
Now
As never before

I can now no longer
Foolishly ignore

And I pray
That one day
I will see
The wreck of you
Which lies in front of me
When others see through to
The ugly truth
That you will always be