The burn

I have a burn it in my heart the sting of the knowledge that they left me. They would have been better if they took the knife wrapped it around me and laid me down on a bed with blue and white flowers that gonna turn red then maybe I would have some peace…  I wish I could forgive them but I know enough I’m not forgiven , I will close my eyes and slowly see that the night will come and maybe I will be given the peace that I want.  Maybe then the burn in me will finally go out and the cold will step in. I wish that... peace