I try to wait patiently for your return, but I’m starting to believe that it may never happen, and I understand why. I made you wait so long, unknowingly and selfishly I pushed you farther and farther away, and now you’re gone, and it still hurts. I get what I deserve, but it still hurts. I was wrong, and I made the worst mistake possible, and I lost the best thing in my life for it. That’s what I get, but it still hurts. I cry for my lost love, but I know it’s all my fault. I’m cursed to screw up everything I do, and this is just one more thing, but it still hurts. I could never make you understand how I feel now. I could never show my love and the sorrow I have for my mistakes enough for you to believe them, and I understand why, but it still hurts. I feel the scratching, burning pain I have caused myself, and though I try to numb it, it still hurts. I wish for things that could never happen now, a love I destroyed long ago, and I dream that maybe I have it back, and then I am happy again, but when I wake up, it still hurts. I cry myself to sleep to drown out the voices I keep hearing in my head that remind me what I lost, but it still hurts. I know I got what I deserve, but that doesn’t change the way I feel, because it still hurts. |
