It pains me to know so much of it was lies—After all I had
done, after all the inseparable ties. Inseparable. Or so I thought…That was
until I found out. . . Until you got caught. The heart becomes so fond and then
one day it gets bruised. Yeah, bruises heal but right now I feel used. I was
your cover up to make it seem like everything was alright. You were happy—or so
it seemed—but then turned on me in the night. Oh how I wish that the pains of
life were unreal, that the past never hurt us—that it never made us feel. But
there it is, an inescapable fate—we all share in life’s pains—we all can
relate. At first your heart bleeds and then it will bruise…It then becomes
wounded, a scar you’ll never lose. My scar. My wound. My mistakes—not just
yours. But hey, we get scars. Over time, they heal. The mark they make never
leaves, but rather it fades. As the days pass, the pain of the scar slowly
parts... and as we move forward, we learn.
