The words are one, but the feelings are more,
To hear the three words put happiness to my life,
But as normal you dont say them so i turn to the knife.
as i put it to my flesh,
i begin to cry but not because of the pain of the cut, but the pain in my heart,
The cuts feel old and torn like my heart,
My soul has been in a twist,
But everyone im surpised i still here,
God must have a plan or its just he has forgot,
For the endless tears and pain,
For the Unanswered questions,
For the nights and day locked in my room,
over the simple words i love you.
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i might add that this isnt the fact anymore.
