Pretty words

You said such pretty words,
That I was tempted to believe,
I should have known they were lies too,
They would cause me such grief.

With my childlike innocence,
I was let down many a time,
And now you will find me,
With a pessimistic mind.

To hope would risk being disappointed.
To live would risk death,
To fly would risk falling,
To breathe, would risk a last breath.

So you see it’s a hard decision,
And you’re making it worse,
Do I take the risk?
Is it worth the curse?

I need you to help me through this,
But again you’re nowhere to be found,
It’s when I need you the most,
That you never are around.

It takes a lot of courage,
To live each passing day,
And it keeps on getting harder,
The longer you’re away.

So I beg of you now,
Come back to this awful place,
My bravery is waning,
I need to see your face.

I don’t know how I did it for so long,
Without realising you’re gone,
But now that I know it,
Your presence is missed.

It kills me to know,
You might not be back,
I drove you away,
Is it forgiveness that you lack?