Wounds never heal,
as long as you try,
but never again should you be able to cry.
For just one second it goes away,
but once again it tries to sway.
I've always wondered what it felt like,
just to lead a normal life.
A life without stress or hurt or loss,
yet one without love,
for it is always lost.
A thought or feeling of normal,
pulled away by the truth of life.
Always knowing your caught
in the middle of a strife.
I always wished to be loved,
to be held and to be hugged,
but now I find its overrated
and so much easier to just be hated.
I once loved I trusted and hugged
but before long I was betrayed.
and forevermore unable to trade.
I tried to trust and love again but once
I got close once more was I slayed.
Even though the cuts have healed
They still lay there beneath my shield.
In a sense I've survived
only by knowing I must decide.
I have ambitions and futures and hopes,
and to prove my strength they shall never be revoked.
The knife sits under my bed,
never knowing when next it shall shed.
My tiny ray of hope lies in that knife,
maybe I'll start to live another night
