Her cries will always haunt me,
Through every single day,
The wounds will always taunt me,
In every single way.
The past is not forgiven,
Always fresh in the mind,
These thoughts have made me driven,
To the dark and left behind.
The world, it keeps on going
Even if I don't,
Forever keeps on growing,
Even though I won't.
My past will always haunt me,
When all the years go by,
Though even if it kills thee,
My only question is, why?
Unknown "The Wife" Playful
- 16 years, 8 months, 8 days ago