Painfully Hurt

Their is no worse suicide than one never known;
We all know this thru love; it has shown. 
They know the outcome of this game they play;
Twisting our minds" I love you" they say. 

How is it even fun to kill someone's insides;
Their heartless immature minds; where it resides. 
Them to only care about their jollies;
Taking ahold of your heart and continue to squeeze. 

We take it, but yet we return;
It's like touching the pot; you know it will burn. 
We still love them know matter what they do;
We just want that comfort of " I love you!"

Seeming to always picking the ones that hurt us most;
We end up tied up, and drawn so close.
The "I'm sorry's" we always accept; 
Realizing they're the one that's inept.

Oh! Those three little words we crave to hear;
Will leave us; shattered, broken, and a bloody tear. 
No matter how perfect that they may seem;
They always seem to have a "mind fucked" scheme.

When you love; you love with all your heart;
Sooner or later; just to be twisted and torn apart. 
Some of us will never recover from there hands of cold;
For every broken piece each one of them will hold. 

It's not like a headache; take a pill and go to bed;
Our bodies may sleep, but their game still plays inside our head. 
You wake up and can't wait for their call;
It really never seems that they are their at all. 

Yes! someone could fix your your heart from their attacks;
No! matter what it will still have its cracks. 
They let us coward in our own minds a drift;
Even though our love was their gift. 

Sure! they can promise you the world;
Yet! you only end up with a fucking gourd. 
" I love you more than life" comes from their mouth;
Not knowing that they only want what lies south. 

They use you as nothing more than some fucking piece of flesh;
Leaving them all happy, and glowing as they refresh. 
You want to be held and be so close;
They're done with you; they got their sex dose. 

I know that we will never have a peaceful nation;
The war with love still leaves us with the same sensation. 
Covering up our scars and our purple heart;
All because of our "loving" counterpart. 

It's not who we can live without a doubt;
It's the ones we can live without. 
I wish I can have my fairy tail ending;
It will take sometime; for my heart is mending. 



Inspiration music by: Rose Funeral
"Resting Sonata"
Inspiration poet: B.T.W.