Ashes upon the ground

In the good days, rare,
I wondered 'do I dare',
Ask them for a favour,
Just one small pleasure,
Why was I so scared?
Why had I got to be so prepared,
Why did I wait for the shouting to start,
Why did I know that they would stamp on my fragile heart,

All I wanted was a friend,
Why did I have to pretend?
That I wanted to work,
Just so they could smirk,

A year later I still shake
But now I see my mistake,
In trusting her from the start,
Even though she tore me apart,
I shouldn’t have cared,
When she made me scared,
But I let her control,
Pushing me into the guilt ridden hole,

At least now I know what to do,
If someone I love turns out like you,
I just run away and never return,
I let my love just burn and burn.
I’ll let it burn itself out,
And if I ever have a doubt,
That my hatred is turning round,
I'll look at the ashes upon the ground.