I know I can be hard to love. But I'm glad it's you I see. I need to say thank you for loving me. You are so easy to love like an angel from above. Unlike me yet you love me for me. So I have to say thank you for loving me.
Crippling pain isn't always the same. It won't go away. You are gone cause I was too late. Now I'm here crying for two days. Soon to be three just wish you'd see. With you no longer here daily I bleed. I wish you had stayed. Now I'm without a friend. Left only with crippling pain.
I feel like I was an hour too late. Now you're gone and I'm left with pain. I miss you my friend. Now I'm cutting and crying again. Wish I was there sooner to help you. Blaming myself again. I lost another friend. Crying for days will be the case. All because I was an hour too late.
Crying all night. With pills in my hand. Wanting to die. Cause I'm a worthless man. Ruined too many lives now hated by all. I wish my death could right my wrongs. No one deserves to be with me. Now there's no light for me to see. Alone and hated for the rest of my days. I'll carry all my regrets to the grave. I'm sorry to all those that I've hurt. I am the one that has no worth.
The black raven is a guide like the wolf. Soaring so high protecting from above. Helping when needed. Seeing food and landing above it. A bird's eye view is needed at times. To be like the wolf. The raven at night will be thy guide. Because being a guide is how the raven is like the wolf.
Magic is magic. It is all around us. Some never sense it. Others know how strong it can become. To the witch. Magic is magic. Both light and dark. Two types but both are one. Some separate them. Those witches use one over the other. To witches like me that do both. Magic is magic. It is not to be separate from each other. Magic both light and dark are one. Cause magic is magic.
Wounds of the heart. Are worse than visible scars. These are wounds that can tear you apart. Wounds of the heart will make you cry. It will have you even question yourself why. These wounds are not visible scars. For these wounds here are wounds of the heart.
Scars unknown and unseen. Ones that run so very deep. Hidden pain buried so far. Deeper than the scars on my arms. Emotional battles everyday creep. Very bad thoughts that may even scare me. Wounds of the heart. Go so much deeper than the scars on my arms.