This was inspired by \"Scars\" by Papa Roach..and as you read its going to be a little obvious.
My weakness is that I care.
Most care too little,
but I care too much.
I cared about you,
more than myself,
and now here I suffer
broken hearted
once again.
You said you liked me
for who I am,
but here I suffer
once again.
Broken hearted fool,
that's all I can say
to describe the tool
that he used to slay....
me.
"I tear my heart open
I sew myself shut.
MY WEAKNESS IS
THAT I CARE TOO MUCH."
But scars don't remind me
that my past is real.
He did...
he reminded me
of pain and hell.
He reminded me
that my heart itself
is jail.
He reminded me
about gullibility.
He reminded me
of my insanity.
He reminded me
that my past is real
he reminded me
that I can't feel.
He reminded me
of everything I am.
He reminded me
of the hatred
within myself again.
Of course, I had to be
the one who couldn't see.
I had to be
the one with gullibility.
I can't believe
that I let love take over me,
so I could hurt
worse than anything
hell could supply within me.
The pain brings shrieks
out from my lips at night
and once again my blade
sheds crimson blood.
Just when I thought
my nightmare was done,
you come along
and once again I fall.
Why do people say love makes you strong
when a man comes along
and brings to me my downfall?
